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simpxxstan · 2 days

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it isn't you

pairing: elementary school teacher!boo seungkwan x f.reader

genre: fluff and angst.

summary: you're ready to begin a completely new life in seoul, away from your ex-husband and your baggage of regrets. but fate has different plans for you when you meet seungkwan again, and this time, you don't want to let go.

word count: 8.3k words

rating: pg 13

warnings: reader is a single mother. mentions of divorce, cold parents, poor parent-child relationship, anxiety and worries. mention of accidental pregnancy.

a/n: i CRAVE seungkwan w babies content and i wrote this completely to indulge my own craving. hope you enjoy! as always, would love to hear your thoughts!! reblogs and comments are so much appreciated <3

this is part of the boys over flowers series featuring booseoksoon + chan! this is the second instalment in that series.

“Eomma, there’s no need to be so scared!” Dahyun reminds you, putting her little hands on your arms as she hugs you. “Yes, yes,” you pause your mumbling and hug her back. It’s hard to believe that she turned four last week because she still feels so tiny in your arms. She’s definitely more calm than you as you both stand in front of the school you’ve come to enrol her at.

“It’s just… I’m just checking that you have everything with you. Okay. Eomma will come at three pm, and get you started in the creche, okay? Please listen to your teachers. If you want, talk to your classmates, hmm? I won’t force yo-” “Eomma! Shh! I’ve been to a school before, you know? I know how schools work.” She makes a serious face, and you laugh. “Alright, darling. When Eomma comes, let me know how your first day was. I love you Dahyun-ah, have fun, hmm?” And you press kisses to the side of her head before she plants a wet smooch on your cheek and runs off. “Bye Eomma!”

And she runs without looking back, and you wonder how she’s so relaxed and you’re so tense about her first day.

Probably because you had been a wreck throughout your school days. Well, she’s turned out to be quite not like you. Good for her. Easy for you. You remember your mother being so stressed because her daughter cried after every first day in each new class year at school, didn’t make a single friend till she turned seven, and barely scraped through most of her classes. Yeah, easy for you.

It’s been two months since you’ve shifted from Gwangju to Seoul, and to be honest, you’ve felt like it’s your first day in school again for each day of the last two months. Finding a place for yourself and your daughter, settling down in your new job, and now, getting your daughter’s life started after you uprooted it in the middle of the school year when you moved out of Gwangju. It’s nice that Dahyun’s barely made a mess about it all- she’s honestly too understanding as a child, and you don’t deserve her- but it’s still worrying for you to see your daughter go through all this at such a tender age and think of what impact it may have on her later. Your parents haven’t been the least bit supportive, so all you have is Dahyunie and all she has is you.

When you’re getting up on the bus, once you see Dahyun safely enter the school campus, you feel your phone buzz. It’s your boss calling to find out where you are. You’ve already informed work that you’re going to be about half an hour late so it’s an entirely unnecessary call, but you know he’s a little nosy, although not necessarily with bad intentions. In less than twenty minutes, you’ve reached office and got buried nose-deep into work, and soon, it’s three pm already.

When you arrive at Sebong Elementary School, you see a crowd of parents and their tiny tots gathered around what you think is the hall where the creche is going to be organised. You’re frantically looking for Dahyun in the crowd, when something comes and jumps at your knees. “Eomma!” A brightly-smiling Dahyun hugs your legs and you quickly bend down to pick her up. “Hi, hi, sorry I’m late, I got-” “It’s okay, Eomma.” She kisses you on the cheek before wrapping herself like a koala on your side. “How was your first day, baby?” “Good. Not 5 stars because there was so much crying-” “Oh dear, why?” “Because some of the other kids were missing home! I didn’t cry, because I was having fun talking to my teachers and making friends and colouring into my alphabet book and-” “Oh, darling you made friends? Such a brave baby,” you kiss her, as you both walk towards the hall and Dahyun continues her loud rambling all about her school day. And soon, along with the other twenty-odd parents and their children, you finally make it into the hall. There are two teachers standing up on one side, greeting the children. You can see one of them is a female, wearing a bright green banner pasted to her shirt with her name printed on it. The other teacher is a male, and he has his back towards you. You slowly make your way to the female teacher, who apparently Dahyun recognises from one of her classes. Once she’s greeted you two and assigned you a seat, you sit there quietly. Dahyun finds a few familiar faces in the crowds and you make small talk with their parents, while the others settle down.

“Hello everyone! Welcome to Sebong Creche! We’re so happy to have you all here with us.” The female teacher greets the crowd and everyone smiles and claps softly, as do you. Suddenly your phone is buzzing. It’s your boss again. Seems that the message that you’re taking the half day off hasn’t reached him, so you’re trying to type him a message when a voice surprises you.

No, it, in fact, makes your head spin and your heart stop.

“My name is Boo Seungkwan and this is Choi Ria! We’ll be taking care of the creche for the next six months! Pleased to meet you all.”

Fuck. Your phone slips and drops from your hand and Dahyun yelps in your lap in surprise. The phone makes a dreadfully loud sound, and in the silence of the room, everyone looks at you. You gulp and pick up your phone, trying to avoid drawing more attention, but you can’t help but notice one pair of eyes fixated on you, the single person you’d tried to avoid.

Seungkwan.

And god, he looks just the same as he did five years ago when you’d seen him last before leaving for Gwangju. His hair is now brown and his blue sweater brings out the fresh glow of his skin, and fuck you if every regret of your life isn’t flooding into your mind at this very second. The female teacher speaks up, thankfully taking the attention from you, but not Seungkwan. His eyes still linger on yours, a confused expression in his eyes, before looking away and breaking eye contact.

Oh god. Just when everything was going to go right.

Once the initial briefings are over, parents are offered the chance to leave and pick their children back again at the designated time, or sit through this first session as the kids get used to the creche atmosphere. Dahyun is right- too many kids are crying. And you would too, if you had been here. But Dahyun is lively, she’s confidently eating her banana and singing to herself as the teachers give everyone their snacks.

But to be fair, your eyes are only on Seungkwan. He’s moving around with a lithe familiarity, and children cling to him with every minor inconvenience. It’s in the way he’s talking to them, the way he’s approaching them, and in the way he’s handling them with so much care, that you already feel safe about leaving Dahyun here.

It’s not a new sensation, though. Feeling safe around him.

So when everyone leaves and Dahyun has finally packed her bag and run to the spot you’ve been sitting all the while, you pick her up and turn around to find Seungkwan standing near you. Up close, even with the tiredness setting into his features, you notice how manly and mature he looks- so different from the fresh-faced college boy you’d left behind in Seoul so many years ago.

“Hello Ms. Y/L/N. Thank you for trusting your… daughter with us.”

Oh. Formals. So it’s going to be like that, is it. Dahyun giggles when Seungkwan extends a hand to pat her hair, his hand awfully close to your own hand, so he quickly takes his hand away. “Seungkwanie Ssaem likes tangerines, he said! I like banana!” Dahyun giggles again, and you finally let out a breath and say, “I’m relieved to know that I’m leaving her in capable hands.” Because, truly, who would take care of Dahyun like Seungkwan would? Who would care for Dahyunie with hands so gentle, and a smile so kind, and eyes so soft like Seungkwan would? Seungkwan would sense, would know by instinct, what she would want. After all…

And then Seungkwan gives you a tight smile, much less kind than the one he gives to Dahyun, and waves you goodbye. You look away, unable to stare any longer, and make your way home with your little angel in your arms.

School works out excellently for Dahyun-ah. It turns out Seugnkwan is not always there. There are two teachers working out alternately. So you can only catch Seungkwan again two days later, when you arrive a tad bit late and find Dahyun sitting on Seungkwan’s lap and the both of them playing with a playdough.

“I didn’t know you teach in this school, Seungkwan.” You say when he comes to hand your child to you. He doesn’t meet your eyes, still distracted with scratching off the playdough from Dahyun’s fingers. “I wouldn’t have come here if I’d known,” you add softly and he looks up. It’s true, but it’s not something you necessarily regret.

“Does it matter?”

You keep the eye contact, and whisper, “It does.” Seungkwan turns away, clearly not intent on melting ice so quickly. “Seungkwan-ah, it’s not what you think it is!”

He turns back ever so slightly. “Has it ever been what I’ve thought it is?”

Right then, Dahyun pokes your shoulder and yawns, indicating how sleepy she is. It’s time to go home.

“Eomma!” Dahyun asks you as soon as you reach the creche. Today you’re on time, so it’s still crowded with other kids and their parents who’ve come to pick them up. You bend down and kiss Dahyun on her cheek. “Aww my baby.” She kisses you back, “Eomma I had a question!” You nod, fixing her shoes on her feet. “Why does my name start with Y/L/N and not Lee like Appa’s? All my friends at the creche have their names starting with their Appa’s family name.” Oh god. She’s about to find- she knows, she knows, she’s- she’s angry at you for hiding it-

“Dahyunie, I’m sorry I-”

“Huh? Why’re you saying sorry, Eomma?” She looks genuinely confused and you reconsider for a second. Was it an innocent question or-”

“You look like you’re about to cry.”

In your mess, you haven’t even noticed when the crowds have started to clear up and Seungkwan has crouched down next to you, holding a small cup of water. You stare at him, his big, beautiful, brown eyes, and you take the cup slowly.

Dahyun smiles at her teacher, and you remember how Seungkwan was so intent on not conversing with you the last time you tried to talk to him. So you’ve made up your mind. If he wants to keep his distance, you will too. He wasn’t in the plan, anyway. But then Seungkwan asks, “I want to know too. Why does she not have her father’s family name?” You realise then, just how close he is to you. Your conversation is happening in it’s own bubble, and the rest of the world won’t even be able to hear anything. The pink from Dahyun’s dress reflects on Seungkwan’s face, giving it a more bubblegum glow than usual. He keeps his eyes on yours, and you feel obligated to answer.

“That’s because… Appa isn’t family anymore. Ever since I left Gwangju.”

That’s the most sugar-coated way you can explain it to Dahyun, who seems to get it nevertheless. She nods and explains to Seungkwan- “Eomma and Appa don’t talk to each other anymore. That’s why we’re here in Seoul. It’s already been three months.” You know she’s starting to forget her father’s voice, she told you once in the warm moments before sleep. You’d cried in the bathroom that night, feeling terrible and only calming down once you reminded yourself that it was your only choice.

Seungkwan keeps looking at you. There’s something in his eyes, as his eyes go from your eyes, to your lips and then fall to your hand where he notices the absence of a wedding ring. Maybe it is curiosity, you wonder. But he also doesn’t ask anything else in front of Dahyun, and you’re thankful.

“Your daughter is lovely.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from correcting him. “She is. Just turned four.” His eyes become curious again, but then he blinks and looks at Dahyun. “I was wondering if you’d enrolled her into any sports classes? I think she’d enjoy them, because she’s an active child.”

You nod, “I did consider. I didn’t know which classes were good in Seoul so I’d thought I’d wait another year before enrolling her to ensure she settles down well…”

“Oh. That’s your call, I guess. But Dahyun seems to be settling down well enough. If you want… distractions, say… then a sport activity would be great.”

“You’re right. I’ll check it out for sure. If you had any suggestions…”

“There’s a badminton coaching centre nearby. Perhaps you could check them out.”

“Thank you. I will. Thank you so much.” Seungkwan nods once at you, eyes lingering, before he waves sweetly at Dahyun and takes his leave.

That night, your subconscious plays tricks on you. It floods your dreams with memories, leaving you sweaty and squirmy at night, even as the air conditioner blasts cool air into the room. Memories you thought you’d forgotten. Memories of a certain boy running laps in the college volleyball field during practice and you sitting in the corner of the ground, finishing your homework. Memories of that boy running to you during the ten minute break, sipping an energy drink from his sipper and kissing you in the spot of shade you’ve been sitting in, his mouth tasting like the orange flavour of the drink. Memories of you giggling, because his sweat is rubbing on your arms and he’s so gross, but you still can’t stop yourself from hugging him close for the rest of the short break. Memories of him promising to convince Coach to let him go fast because he wants to walk you home because it’s so unsafe to walk alone in the evening. Memories of Seungkwan giving you a last peck on your lips before jogging back to the grounds, both his and your cheeks smudged with sunshine and affection, eyes warm with the power of love, and hearts pure without any worry of life.

“Hello?” Your voice is desperate as you wait for the person on the other side of the line to answer. This is the first time you’re calling the creche, as your boss had suddenly decided you need to finish a task before leaving, even if it’s raining cats and dogs outside, even if you have a daughter who’s waiting for you at a creche, even if it’ll be totally fine to finish the task at home and submit it later. Consequently, you got out of work late and the bus is stuck in a road full of traffic due to the terrible weather and you’re already half an hour late to Dahyun’s creche’s closing time.

“Yes, this is Sebong Creche. I’m speaking to?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, this is Dahyun’s mom-”

“Y/N?” It’s Seungkwan. He must be able to hear the way your voice is cracking with panic. It’s odd to introduce yourself as Dahyun’s mom to Seungkwan but that’s the way it is now.

“I’m so sorry, I really am-”

“Calm down, please. Tell me what’s happening.”

“I… I got stuck at work… and I’m running late. I’m sorry for all this inconvenience-”

“Y/N, shh. Stop apologising and talk to me. Where are you now?”

“Umm, I’m still at my office. Please leave her near a guard or someone, Seungkwan, and I can pick her up in a short while! I’m trying to get out of her as soon as-”

“I can take her to your home.”

“Oh but-”

“Dahyun’s told me that you live in the neighbourhood right next to the school. I can walk her till there. She has a spare key, yes? She can get in.”

“But it’s raining!”

“And we have raincoats.”

“I don’t want to impose on you, honestly. You could just leave her-”

“And let her be alone? Y/N, you’re out of your mind.”

“But I don’t want to trouble you, Seungkwan-ah.”

“Do you not trust me?” You pause. You do trust him. There is nobody else you would trust more with your daughter. Fuck it.

“I do trust you.”

“Then finish your work and come home safely. Dahyunie and I will head to your home.”

It’s about two hours later that you are able to reach home, only to find Seungkwan and Dahyun both giggling away at something he’s showing to her on his phone. They’re sitting at the island in the kitchen, and you notice the bottle of milkshake that had been stored in the fridge for Dahyun is now empty next to her. When you enter, they notice you and Dahyun immediately squeals out in joy. She gets off the high chair she was sitting in and comes running to you and you immediately pick her up in your arms. Something unfamiliar and beautiful blooms in your mind, but it’s immediately clouded down by a sadness which you don’t understand.

When Dahyun falls asleep after you feed her dinner which you whip up quickly, Seungkwan’s still sitting in your kitchen, eating the rice and chicken you’ve made.

“You still cook well, Y/N.”

You’re sitting across from him, and you pick up another piece of chicken and put it on his plate. “I’m glad you still like it.”

Oh god. He’s too close for confort. He’s right here, in your house, eating dinner you’ve made, after looking after your child for two whole hours while you were stuck at work.

Is this what life would’ve turned out to be had you not left him four years back?

It seems that he’s thinking the same thing too, because he asks you, “Did you get the job you were studying for?”

“Yeah. I did. I am an actuary now.”

He smiles, digging into his food again, scrunching up his face as he chews it all down.

“And you? I didn’t think you’d ever planned to become a teacher.”

“I didn’t. Someone told me something about volleyball being an unstable career. And I thought maybe I should switch.”

You sigh. He says it so normally, even when simply hearing it breaks your heart. You stop yourself from crying, because you know it’ll just be more pathetic. You won’t be able to explain to him why you’re crying. You won’t be able to explain why your heart aches everytime you see them together. You’ve spent many a night awake, wondering what would happen if your secret gets out. It’s so cruel that fate has landed you back into the proximity of the one man you had never imagined you would see again. And sometimes you hope a silver lining may emerge from this all, but it’s a faint hope. A daydream you don’t think you can afford to dream at this juncture of life.

“I did get her into badminton like you said. She’s a natural, the teacher said.” As expected. Seungkwan smiles proudly, and you nearly tear up. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you. “I hope you don’t stop her from playing even when she grows up.” He says quietly, picking up his plate and walking towards the sink. You shrink further into your seat.

“You know it wasn’t me.”

“No, but you might have the same views as your mother.”

“You should know I don’t. There’s a reason why Sehun Oppa and I are divorced now.”

He puts the plate in the sink and turns around to look at you. “I’m sorry to hear that.” You walk towards him and stand next to him as you start the tap to wash the dishes. “I’ll do that,” he offers, but you swat his hand away. “It’s my house. You’re my guest.” “It’s a quaint house. Very you.” “Is it? I didn’t have enough time to decorate it.” “I think it’s enough- sparse but not too empty. There is room for more, better now that she’s out of her clumsy phase.” “Hmm, what would you add?” “I don’t know, let me see.” He leans against the kitchen counter, the dim lights casting a beautiful shadow under his eyelashes which make his high cheekbones look so delicate. “I’d add a standing lamp in that corner, next to the couch. And perhaps a rug in front of the couch. Better for Dahyun than sitting on the cold wood floor. And I’d- Oh sorry. I’m saying too much.” “No, really. Your ideas are helpful. I haven’t thought much about all this but when you say it, I can picture it.” You look up and smile at him, his head tilted down as he looks at you intensely. “And perhaps a photo frame on the wall between the kitchen and the living space. Those new trendy collage ones. And, also a…”

Oh god. He’s making it so hard for you to not lean in and press a kiss to his cheek right now. He’s making it so hard for you to tell him everything- from the beginning, the entire truth.

“Do you want dessert? I have chocolate ice cream.” You know he can’t turn down ice cream. So you just laugh when you see his hesitant smile turn into a shy smile, and you ask him to sit at the couch. When you take out two scoops for each of you and take it to the couch, he shifts to the opposite end of the couch to make room for you.

“I don’t know if it’s my place to ask you, but have you told Dahyun about the… divorce?”

You sigh, “No. I haven’t. I’m just hoping that she’ll eventually forget about him quickly… she is young, after all.”

“Won’t he want to meet her?”

“No, we’ve completely cut ties. It was the only option- I had to move on totally. And he didn’t want to keep any link either.”

His eyebrows furrow, and you can see the questions in his eyes. You don’t want to say anything because you don’t want to appear like a damsel in distress, but you also don’t want to worry him.

“He wasn’t abusive or anything. We just realised that it was a marriage in futility. Divorce was a relief to both of us.”

Surprisingly, it doesn’t reduce the questions in his eyes. But he doesn’t ask anything, and you don’t elaborate. You’ve overshared enough.

“I just want to thank you again, Seungkwan-ah. For taking care of Dahyun and bringing her to my place. You know as a mother I am incredibly grateful.”

“Just because we’re exes doesn’t mean I won’t take care of your daughter, Y/N-ah,” he chuckles bitterly. “She’s like my own, and I would do it for anyone else. It is my job, and you know it is my nature.”

You do. It feels like whiplash to hear that he would indeed do the exact same thing for anyone else too, it feels like a gash from a knife slashed across your chest. You choke, but you muffle it as a laugh. “I know it is your nature. But I still want to thank you, nonetheless.”

He smiles. “Thanks for the ice cream. I’ll not be a bother to you anymore now.”

“You could never be a bother, Kwan-ah.” He doesn’t say anything and simply takes your leave. It’s a night that feels bittersweet to you. While it’s a nice feeling to be basked in Seungkwan’s warmth again, it feels cruel that you’ll never truly enjoy his affection, or even his friendship.

The ice does break after that day. Seungkwan gives you smiles when you go to pick up Dahyun, and that initial tenseness is definitely gone. But you don’t push it too much. You don’t want to push the status quo because you’re afraid it’ll all be gone again. You’re afraid you won’t be able to protect yourself and your happiness once again because of your own mistakes. You’ve done it once before, and it’s not ended pretty. You can’t afford to repeat errors.

“You must cut off ties with him right away, Y/N. Or else you’ll never see me or your father again.” Your mother’s voice booms through the room, muffling the sounds of your tears as you beg at her feet. Your father stands on the other side, looking outside the window, in that unfeeling, emotionless attitude you have always seen him wear.

“But why, Eomma! What harm has Seungkwan done to you or me or anyone at all?”

“That boy is a gold-digger! He’s after your money. He knows very well he’ll get nowhere with volleyball. A sport should remain a hobby, but I doubt a middle class doofus like him would ever have the brains to even make a decent livi-”

“Oh you’re so wrong, Eomma! How can you say such things about him when you don’t even know him?”

“That’s enough. I know enough, Y/N. And I know he is not the man you ought to be spending your life with. He will not make you happy.” Your mother stands up from her seat and walks away, carelessly pushing you aside on her way. She would trample you down and walk over you like an ant even if you’d laid down at her feet.

Honestly, what had you ever expected from your parents when you’d told them on the day of your graduation that you had a boyfriend? You had tried to explain how wonderful Seungkwan was, but they had turned a deaf ear and insisted you cut off all relations with him. With college over, you could do nothing to stop their plans- they took away your old phone, gave you a new contact number with which you could neither contact Seungkwan nor your friends, and didn’t allow you to leave the house. It was terrible- a true prison. So when your mother had offered you one chance to leave this prison- by marrying Sehun, you’d taken it. You’d taken it because you had known it would be drastically better than living cooped up in this mess forever- your heart aching, your mind helpless and your body tired.

Even after moving to Gwangju and starting a new life with Sehun didn’t take away the emptiness you felt in your soul. But you, like an utter coward, had resigned to this fate and accepted married life with Sehun with open arms, ready to forget about your cherished past, about Seungkwan and all that you had loved earlier. And Sehun charmed you so neatly- with gifts, affection and everything you wanted. It was so different from the manner in which Seungkwan had loved you- while he’d been tender, always asking you before doing anything, never discouraging and always supporting in the background, Sehun was more active, more aggressive in the way he made you feel special. He would often take you on these whirlwind date nights- where he would make love to you under the stars in entire picnic spots he would book for you, where you drove for miles away from the city and spent the weekend in tea plantations, where you didn’t even have to ask and he would drop the world at your feet. It was a new sort of heaven, a rush of adrenaline you had never experienced before. Not with your parents- who had never treated you with any affection. Not with Seungkwan- who’d been equally giving, but shy, passive and so soft in his love. And this rush of adrenaline blew you off your feet.

Until the news arrived.

One month into this new marriage, you’d found out, only by accident, that you were pregnant. Had been pregnant for an entire month. Sehun was, of course, overjoyed. You’d asked the doctor to not tell him the exact duration of your pregnancy, because of course, you knew that it wasn’t possible that the child growing inside you had been conceived with Sehun at least a week before your wedding.

That really broke you out of the haze your new marriage had trapped you in. Guilt and sadness tore into your newly patched up heart and reminded you of the boy you’d left behind at home, without even a message of where you were going. God knows how worried he may have been for you. Instead of considering him even once, you’d been swayed away by the pleasures of married life like a fool, that too, with a man you knew no more than a mere family friend, with a man whom, honestly, you did not love, with a man who had been planted in your life by your parents to distract you away from Seungkwan.

Oh god.

Your parents had won, and you’d lost.

And that broke you down. No matter how hard Sehun tried, he could not get your spirit back into the relationship- and you knew that this was the end of your marriage. After that, everything was just hollow clockwork, living with a stranger who slept in your bed, ate on the same dining table, and resided under the same roof as yours. You had become reckless. Under the added influence of hormones, you let yourself get aloof from everyone and everything, choosing to bury yourself in your self-pity and detaching yourself from society.

And then it was only Dahyun who made you smile again.

Little Dahyun who became the light of your life. Your reason to live again, your reason to find meaning and joy again. Because she was a part of you. And because she was a part of Seungkwan. So you’d named her accordingly. Your little bundle of sunshine.

Oh boy, did she look like her father. Of course, Sehun never found out. He was extremely caring towards Dahyun, ever a doting father, just as giving and aggressive about his love as he had been as a husband. It was a miracle that Dahyun was born slightly later than nine months- never causing any suspicion to rise in his mind at all. And it broke your heart a little bit, but then you remembered that Sehun was never on your side, really. For all you knew, perhaps he’d just been instructed by your parents to make you feel so loved that it would make you forget about Seungkwan. And he’d definitely succeeded. Almost.

Eventually, you became less of a wreck and more normal. Mostly because of Dahyun and how you wanted to be the best mother ever for her. But also because you realised that this was not worth giving up all your happiness for. So you went back to the world- socialising, finding a job, and doing everything you could to settle down into this life in your new home. But it never really became your home. At the end of the day, when you’d lie down in your bed with Dahyun cradled in your arms, you’d still have that empty feeling somewhere inside, wanting more from life. But obviously, you never dared to tell anyone the truth. You don’t have a way out, so it was best to fit in, until opportunity arose.

“Eomma, Seungkwan Ssaem said yes!” Dahyun’s shrill voice greets you when you arrive at the creche. “Yes to what, sweetie?” “To my birthday, of course!” She’s snugly sitting on Seungkwan’s shoulders, and it strikes you in full force, just how much she resembles her father. The large boba brown eyes, crinkled at the edges, the bangs slipping back to reveal an elegant forehead with the tiny nose and small, rosy lips, that highlight the high cheekbones and the full, plump cheeks you so adore. It’s a wonder no one has noticed it before. And you dearly hope it remains like that.

“Oh, you invited him, did you now?” You carefully ask, as Seungkwan lets Dahyun climb off his back and towards the shoe rack. “Her birthday is this Sunday. Of course, I won’t expect you to attend. She’s a child… she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She just wants to invite everyone she likes to her party, I guess.”

“It’s an honour to be liked by someone as fascinating as Dahyun-ah, Y/N. It’s hurtful that you don’t expect me to be at her party on her special invitation.” He smiles, that gentle, indulging smile of his which he uses whenever he’s teasing you, and you know it’s coming but you always get so riled up by his teasing.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that… oh god. I haven’t gotten better with words with time, have I?”

Seungkwan’s smile becomes wider.

“You haven’t changed at all.”

You remember the night of Dahyun’s third birthday party in Gwangju. Sehun had organised the most lavish party for her, complete with balloons of every colour and inviting nearly all her classmates at her school. Dahyun, ever the extrovert, had been so happy that night.

But that was the night everything changed.

Sehun takes you into a room, away from the crowds of the party, and you ask him, confused, “What’s going on?”

“You know I went to the hospital today with Dahyun to get her regular checkup from her paediatrician.”

“I do know, yes. What about it?”

“Guess what he said. He said, among other things, Dahyun was late-born child. She was born ten months after she was conceived, not nine months.”

You drop the glass you were holding in your hand, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“Oppa, I can explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain. She isn’t mine, is she?”

You heave a breath as you try to calculate what his next step might be. You try to calculate whether offense or defense should be your correct strategy here, because truly you have nothing to lose, except your daughter. If Sehun kicks you out and makes a show in front of your parents, you’ll run away so far that they’ll never be able to track you.

But he doesn’t give you a chance to speak.

“We were never really married, were we?” His hand shakes as he comes to cup your cheek. “Let’s not stay together any longer. Let’s get divorced, hmm?”

You breathe out a sigh of relief. Out of every possible answer that he could’ve given, this is undoubtedly the best, and the safest, one.

“Yes, let’s do that, Sehun. Let’s not pretend we love each other anymore.”

Tonight, you’ve tried to give her a little bit of that splendour Sehun had given her while you both had been in Gwangju. You’ve baked her a cake with three types of chocolate, invited as many of her friends from school as she’d ever mentioned in her stories about school, and cooked tteokbokki and tangsuyuk, her favourite dishes, for the entire group at the party.

But then Seungkwan arrives.

Seeing him reminds you of his words at the creche where you last saw him, which had given you butterflies for the past few nights. He’d taken you back to the giggling mess you’d been at the freshman’s welcome party when Seungkwan had complimented your dress that you’d tailored for yourself and taken away your heart. Of course, it had taken many more months for you to gather the courage to even speak to him, and then more months for you both to officially begin dating, but you’d known on that night of the welcome party that Boo Seungkwan would always be your weakness.

And you were right. His words have lingered in your mind these last few days, and now that he’s arrived at Dahyun’s party with another teacher from the school who Dahyun had specially invited, wearing a black shirt and black trousers, his hair gelled up and a bit of lip balm on his lips, he’s still giving you butterflies.

“Thank you for coming really! Dahyun will be so overjoyed. She’s just in the other room with all the friends, they’re playing with her toys.”

“Oh it’s nothing at all. We just dropped by because we love Dahyun so much, and because hyung was so insistent,” the other teacher, Chan, says. “We haven’t met each other yet, have we?” “No, I’m afraid not. But I have heard so much about your dance classes from Dahyunie. She’s really big on sports and dancing, such an active child. A complete opposite from me, so it’s a little hard for me to understand.” You smile as you hand them both a piece of the birthday cake.

“Oh, she must’ve taken after her dad.” Chan says with a smile, unknowingly speaking the truth.

“You’re right. She has.”

“This tastes amazing, Y/N-ah.” Seungkwan quietly says as he eats his cake.

“Oh. I’m glad. I made it for her. Chocolate is her favourite flavour.”

“Would it be too much for ask for another slice?” Chan says with a giggle, and you cry out, “Of course not! I’m a bad host for not offering you anyway. I’m sorry, here you go.”

“So, you and hyung know each other from college, I heard.”

Seungkwan’s sharp breath can be heard and you’re instantly on the edge. “Yes. We… were friends.” We were in love. “Your hyung wanted to become a volleyball star at that time, Chan-ssi.” I stole his dream from him. “Oh really? I never knew you played it so seriously, hyung! Y/N-ssi, did you also play?” “Oh no. Like I said, I was never into sports.”

“No.” You almost miss Seungkwan’s voice. “Your parents never encouraged you to try out sports.” Chan looks at him puzzled, and he continues, “It’s important for parents to let children experiment with different things as a child to let them make their own choices. I hope you won’t make the same mistakes your parents made, Y/N-ah.”

You’re silent for a second before replying, “I’m here because I’m not going to make the same mistakes, Seungkwan. But it’s fair for you to not trust me to be a good mother.”

“I never said that,” his eyes soften. “I’ve always known you’d be the best mother, Y/N-ah. And I can see that in the way Dahyun’s been brought up.”

In that moment with electricity charged between your gazes, you’ve both forgotten about Chan sitting there right in between you two. There’s so much going unsaid, so much you can’t even explain, so much you don’t even want to admit to yourself.

“Chan Ssaem! Seungkwan Ssaem! You came!” Dahyun bursts in suddenly, and behind her are a flurry of other tiny kids from her class. They all cheer very loudly on seeing their teachers, quite shocked to see them outside class. Seungkwan gives her a gift- it’s a set of jigsaw puzzles, and Chan places a faux crown on her head as he gives her a book. The tensions dissolve, and you’re glad.

Chan leaves after a short while, but on your (and Dahyun’s) request, Seungkwan stays. He stays long enough to see all the kids leave one by one, and Dahyun becoming tired from all that playing and chattering. So after you’ve cleaned up the house from the mess of the party, grateful that your daughter enjoyed so much but also overstimulated from it all, you almost cry when you see Seungkwan sitting on the couch with Dahyun asleep in his lap, his head bent as he scrolls through his phone. You wonder, if in another life, in another world, in another universe, this would be your life and not a mirage you yearned for.

But what if you were brave? What if you could be ambitious and try to have it all in this life itself?

“Ice cream for dessert.” You hand the bowl to Seungkwan as you sit on the other side of the sofa. You softly take Dahyun and twist her into your lap, and she instantly wraps herself around you as she finds your warmth. You can’t help but kiss her forehead fondly, mirroring the expression Seungkwan wears right now.

“You’ve really brought her up so well. She’s got all your good genes.”

“And yours.”

Seungkwan’s hand stills mid-air when he was trying to scoop into the ice cream.

“What did you say?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered. She is four years old, and she looks remarkably like you. The similarities are obvious.”

“But I… I didn’t dare to- no! You’re lying.” Seungkwan’s voice becomes a harsh whisper as he stares at you incredulously. You match his gaze, letting down your shield. “I’m not.” He continues to stare at you. Then he suddenly drops to his knees near your feet and says, “Y/N. Don’t be cruel to me anymore. You can’t joke about-” “I’m not joking, Seungkwan, why won’t you believe me?” “Because I don’t want to believe and become hopeful only to lose it all again!” You’re both nearly shouting but in loud whispers, trying to not wake up Dahyun, who’s surprisingly, still peacefully snoring away.

You stand up and pull Seungkwan to his feet. Then you drag him to the bedroom and gently close the door.

“You can test it. I’m not lying.” You softly grab his wrist, but he shivers. “You’re going to make me mad, Y/N. How is this possible? Why did you not tell me? Why did you leave me then?” He finally asks, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“Do you really not know?”

“No… I do. You sent that letter.”

“I didn’t. I found out years later about it. My mother sent it. You think I’d break up with you over a typed letter?”

“So? What was it for?”

“They didn’t let me out of the house. Wouldn’t let me meet you. Or anyone. The only way to get out of that hell was to marry Sehun.”

“I read about the wedding in the local newspaper.” He shakes his head bitterly. “But he was truly your match- in status, and in wealth.”

“You know I’ve never cared for anything like that.” You tug at his wrist, and he looks up at you.

“Is that why you left him? Because of Dahyun? But why so late then?”

“I was waiting to gather enough finances. Plus, he didn’t even suspect anything until six months ago. Perfectly timed, coincidentally, for my savings to come up to a good amount for me to confidently move out.”

He shakes his head vigorously, his eyes wide. “No, no… you’re not making sense. Can you start from the beginning?”

So you do. You tell him everything, from the beginning. By the end of it, he’s sitting on your bed, next to you, as you both stare at your feet. It feels so relieving and so freeing to tell him, someone apart from yourself the whole truth. It’s like a weight lifted off your chest and a headache that dissipates into thin air. You slouch back and look at Seungkwan, who’s still looking like he’s in shock.

After a solid ten minutes, he says, “Why didn’t you tell me before, Y/N?”

“I… I don’t know. I didn’t know how you’d react, I didn’t know if you’d accept us. I didn’t know what would happen if somehow the truth reached my parents. I was obsessed with protecting my daughter, first, you see.”

“I do see. But I… it still hurts that you didn’t trust me with it.”

“But it would be fair for you… back then, and even now, to not want us in your life. To remain strangers forever. I- I would understand. You have every right to be angry at me-”

“I’d think you would know me better than this, Y/N-ah. You would know that no matter how many times you leave me, if you ever want to come back I would open my arms wide and fall to your feet to let me love you again.”

A stray tear escapes your eyes. It’s a stab to your chest, and you extend a hand slowly to touch Seungkwan’s hands which lie in his lap. He doesn’t say a word, only opens his fingers to capture your hand in his and tightly seals the clasp. It’s so warm, his hands. The touch is remarkably familiar.

“What do you want, Seungkwan-ah? I’ve given it all up to you. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

He just looks up at you, his hand still holding on to yours. He doesn’t say a word, but then he gently leans in. You think he’s going to whisper something, but then he places a small kiss on your lips. It’s a peck, no more, but it sends your body in overdrive. Suddenly, you’re floating and drowning all at the same time. “She has your hair,” he says, his breath mingling into yours as his lips move just a few inches away from you, eyes still locked. You giggle. It’s true- Dahyun’s hair is just the same as yours, but the rest of her completely looks like him, you know. “I can’t… I can’t believe it that you’re here, Kwan-ah.” “Neither can I. When you arrived at the creche that day, I thought I was hallucinating. Even more when I saw your little girl sitting in your arms.” “Our little girl. We made her.” You can see the way Seungkwan’s entire face turns red. “Fuck, Y/N. How can you say it so easily?” “Because I’ve had four years to adjust to it. I’m sorry if I’ve bombed you with too much information too fast.” “No kidding. It felt like that climax scene from a romcom movie except this is real life, it was my life.” “Don’t be dramatic. Why did you kiss me?” “Because I missed you?” And it’s your turn to become red with embarrassment. Some part of you feels overjoyed, but still so guilty. So you move away from him, taking away from your hand from his grip and turning your entire body away.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Kwan-ah. I’ve hurt you so much already. You shouldn’t forgive me so easily.”

He softly grips your shoulders and turns you to face him. “I have been hurt by your actions, it’s true. You left me in an abyss from which only I know how I escaped. But it still didn’t feel like you. After all the love you gave me, how could you just run away from me by leaving that letter and marry someone else? I couldn’t believe that you could be so cruel, so deceiving. But everything around me told me I was wrong. Your marriage announcement, the way you didn’t call me or even contact me, or in fact, any of our college friends, everything was eventually proving to me that you were gone forever from my life.”

More tears flood down your cheeks. His grip tightens, and he continues. “But you’ve explained the truth to me, and now I can’t help but forgive you. Because I know I was right. All along, in my heart, I knew it and I was right. And now you’re here. I would be a fool to let you go again.”

“But-”

“There’s no buts. I’m not looking back.”

And he hugs you, his warmth engulfing your entire body as you cling to him. He smells sweet, like he did all those years ago, and you hold him close, so close that you can’t breathe but you can’t let go either.

“Baby? I can’t breathe.” Seungkwan whispers in your ears, and you shiver in the shock of hearing the pet name. “I’m sorry, I’ll-”

“No, don’t be sorry. Let’s get Dahyunie into bed, hmm? Do you sleep with her?”

“I do. This is our bedroom.”

“Then let’s get her to bed.”

“Will you stay?”

“Hmm?” Seungkwan looks at you, his eyes wet but fond, as he walks towards the door to pick up Dahyun where she’s sleeping on the couch.

“Stay with us?”

“Are you going to tell Dahyun?”

“What do you say?”

“It’s your call. You’re her mother.”

“And you’re her father,” you whisper as you walk towards him and sling your hands around his neck.

“God, don’t say it so casually. It hasn’t sunk in yet.”

You lean in and kiss him on his cheek. “I was thinking- maybe if she woke up and found her favourite Ssaem cuddling her, would she be pleasantly surprised?”

“What if she gets creeped out?”

“Oh god. I think Dahyun loves you enough to not be creeped out by it. At most, she’d think we’re dating now.”

“We’re not?”

“Are we?”

He kisses you softly on your cheek, an open-mouthed kiss that leaves your skin wet. “I love you Y/N. I never stopped loving you. Will you have me back again in your life?”

You hug him tightly again, your nerves tingling with joy. “Oh god, I love you too, Seungkwan-ah. I’ll love you better this time.”

“Shh, darling. Let’s get our little baby to sleep now, hmm?”

You look at him, and you see stars. It’s a miracle, nothing short of that. But he’s yours. Again.

“Shall we change her last name to Boo now?”

“Oh dear. Boo Dahyun?”

“It sounds so cute!”

“Now stop squealing or I can’t open the door otherwise she’ll wake up!”

“Sorry, I’ll be quiet, baby.”

He smiles widely and kisses you again, full on your mouth, “I promise, I’ll never let you go. Nor Dahyunie. I love you so much.”

a/n: read the stories of the other three boys here! would love to hear your feedback!

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imwritesometimes · 9 months

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I don't think accidentally stumbling upon bram stoker's dracula playing at a halloween party when I was 5 & staying and watching it in secret had any effect on me at all (no one look at my blog lately)

#so liiiike we were at these family friends' house. they lived down the street and they were SO FUN and nice and wonderful #truly they were just great ppl. and the wife was SO into creative stuff and she would go ALL OUT for parties esp Halloween #all the adults would dress up and the house was elaborately decorated it was SO MUCH FUN!#and they had 3 boys around my ahe and the husband had a daughter from his 1st marriage and she was much older like a teen #and she abd her friends had rented the movie and they were told they could watch it on the condition that they ONLY watch it #in the master bedroom away from all the kids #welllll I had to go to the bathroom but the main bathroom was occupied but I knew I was alloeed to use the master bath #so I went into the room to go to the bathroom and walked in right in the beginning when vlad is impaling ppl and I was like #wait a minute what is THIS this is something I'm not supposed to see ooooohhhhh #so I peed and then pretended to leave & hid and watched the movie lmfao #all the adults were making margaritas lmao I was like hell yeah watching a big scary adult halloween movie!!!!!#erin explains it all #these typos all stay idk what to tell you man I don't have my glasses on and my nerve damage is still not great 🤷‍♀️

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almostwisegalaxy · 6 months

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Yandere boy?

Cha hyun su x reader

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"Myong-oh............ Myong-oh "

She had been walking for three days in search of the person she loved so much. In the tall grass, she moved as fast as she could, but as carefully as she could.

"Myong-oh... Where are you? ............. "

"Where did you take my child .....?" She said crying.

Y/n was desperate. Her husband had left after an argument they'd had. She didn't know until it was too late that he had taken their 2-year-old son. As the sun was setting, she walked through the streets with a flashlight. In the distance she saw a man with a child. She walked toward the silhouette, hoping it was her little family.

"Myong-oh, Myong-oh wait".

But of course it wasn't them. It was a boy with a little girl.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," she said with tears in her eyes.

Hyun Su was curious what a girl like her was doing in such a place at night, but he didn't stay too long. He started again when Ah-yi stopped him.

"Baby, baby," she says, pointing to her belly. She pulls Hyun Su's arm even harder to get his attention.

"Baby, baby"

That's when he finally noticed the girl's big belly that made it so hard for her to move. She holds on to a piece of wood to walk. She shakes and faints, but Hyun Su catches her just before she crashes into his belly. He and Ah-yi take her back to the boats.

3 days later

Y/n pov

Rays of sunlight awaken me from my restless sleep. I open my eyes and realize that I'm not in my cabin, but in a boat cabin. I sit up and look around to see a child drawing on the floor. I try to greet her, but she runs off to who knows where. Well, I think it would be better to go out and see where I am.

A young man stopped me.

"No, don't get up, you're still weak, you need to eat something first.

After you woke up, Hyun Su had convinced you to stay with them on the boat. It's been 3 months now. You were reluctant at first, insisting that you had to find your husband and son.

He kept telling you that he was probably already dead, killed by a monster, which is true and he knows it. But you refuse to listen to reason, because Myong-oh is waiting for you.

He is waiting for you.

Hyun Su's POV

Why won't she give up this stupid idea? Her "family" is dead. She's so stubborn. I don't want her to go. Her presence brings joy to Ah-yi and she opens up a little more every day. I can see that the reason she hasn't left yet is because of the little one. She's taken to her as if she were her own daughter. Every time y/n tries to leave, we get in the way and Ah-yi cries and squeezes her leg. I want her to like me too, not to run away when I'm around.

Now that Yi-kyeong has taken over, it's just the two of us on the boat. We fight all the time, I even had to chain her up in our room.

I.... It's not what I wanted, but I can't let her go. I don't know what to do to make her stay.

(Do you love her?) Yes .... Enormously

(Do you want her to stay?) Yes

(Would you use any means necessary?) ..... Yes

Hyun Su's eyes turned blue in a second. From the moment her monster took possession of her body, Y/n no longer had the choice of whether or not to stay.

#sweet home x reader #kdrama fic #sweet home #cha hyun su x reader #cha hyun su #sweet home fic #sweet home 2 #sweet home 2 x reader

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Paramour

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: When the succession of the Driftmark throne is put into question, Rhaenyra returns to the RedKeep along with her children, her husband Daemon and his daughter by the late lady Rhea, Y/N Targaryen, who is once again reunited with her childhood friend Aemond who she had grown distant with over the years.

Friends to strangers to lovers??

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3

Y/N could not understand why she found herself smiling a little too much the next morning when she’d found a small note from Aemond, passed from the underside of her door.

The prince was nothing more than a friend, well maybe calling him ‘friend’ after so many years of being absent from each other’s lives would be a bit bold. But either way, she did not wish to turn into a blushing mess at the mere thought of him.

His handwriting was neat, it almost made her envy him, for her’s in comparison looked nothing as elegant.

“I train with the sword in the front yard a few hours post breaking my fast and it would please me if you would care to be present to watch me dual my brother Aegon today ~Aemond”

Y/N smiled to herself once again as she read the note for the fifth time. Sweet, she thought, before she neatly folded the small parchment and put it away in her little jewellery box. She made a mental note to not appear as joyous in the presence of Jace and Luke, who did not like Aemond one bit. She did not understand why they never got along, Aemond used to be such a sweetheart, but unbeknownst to her that he used to be quite the opposite toward Jace and Luke. Without wasting another moment, Y/N busied herself with getting dressed.

Aemond constantly kept checking the stone stairway near the training yard from where Y/N would make her entrance if she had complied with his invitation. He’d woken up earlier than usual that morning just so that he could slip the note. Writing that simple invitation took him longer than he’d expected, he’d crumpled up numerous amounts of parchments, not too happy with the tone or the usage of certain words that made it look like he was eager to have her watch him train.

“Are you expecting someone?” Aegon asked curiously as he observed his brother constantly looking into the distance.

Aemond snapped his attention back toward his brother, contemplating his response. If he told him that he’d invited the princess he would be stuck with an annoying Aegon who would tease him about it for the entirety of the day.

“I asked you something” Aegon pushed “are you expecting someone?”

Maybe he could just lie and say no and then pretend as if Y/N just happened to arrive out of nowhere to watch them.

Before he could grace his pushy brother with an answer, Aegon broke into a sly grin before he patted Aemond on his shoulder. “Ah, now I see the cause of your distraction”

Aemond turned toward his left to find Y/N descending the stairways in an elegant grey gown that complemented her silvery-white hair rather well. She smiled when their eyes met and Aemond’s gaze softened and he too almost smiled at her before Aegon walked toward her, offering his arm that she took as he escorted her toward the weaponry.

“Lovely to see you” Aegon beamed as he flung an arm around the younger girl “I did not take you for someone interested in sparring”

“I do not like it as a form of entertainment, but I do find it rather fascinating as an art to learn for myself” she honestly answered him “It is a rather useful skill”

“A lady like yourself needn’t have to bother herself by learning such a nasty skill” Aegon waved his hand, shooting a look at his brother who had been quiet the entire time “If you take someone as skilled as my brother for your husband, you wouldn’t have any need for wielding a sword to defend yourself against a foe. Aemond would take care of it for you”

Both Y/N and Aemond exchanged glances, Y/N playfully grinning while Aemond seemed borderline abashed. The princess excused herself to stand at a distance to watch the boys dual.

“What are you doing?” Aemond asked his brother in a hushed tone when Y/N was out of earshot.

“Helping you win the girl you’re too afraid to go after” Aegon promptly replied as he unsheathed his sword, tossing the leather case to the side “you’ve got to get better at this sort of thing if you want me to step away, I almost feel sorry for you sometimes”

“I don’t need you meddling in things that pertain solely to me” Aemond snapped, the pink in his cheeks being hard to decipher as a result of anger or shyness from Aegon’s previous statement “I do not fancy her anymore”

“Of course” the older boy chuckled before he proceeded to make the first move by swinging his sword closer to Aemond’s left, which he managed to dodge.

Y/N was surprised that Aegon wasn’t as bad of a swordsman. In fact, he was almost as good as Jace who she’d seen train many times with Luke though she had to admit, none of them came close to how exceptional Aemond was. She had watched him train once, years back when she used to live at the keep. He was a scrawny little fellow at the time who kept getting knocked over by Aegon and he would huff in annoyance while he muttered curses under his breath.

As much as Y/N wanted to admire how well Aegon fought, her eyes always wandered toward Aemond and his toned physique. The way his arms flexed beneath his skin-tight leather sleeves or how he clenched his jaw each time he deflected a blow landed by Aegon. How his long hair swayed whenever he dodged an attack. How his lips parted when he heaved a sigh in between each round of the duals.

It was no surprise when ser Criston congratulated Aemond as the victor.

“Impressive” Y/N smiled as she approached the boys who were putting away their swords as they wiped away the sweat on their foreheads. Y/N was directing the compliment to Aemond, who’d won the little dual but it was Aegon who responded.

“Thank you princess” he smiled at the girl “I truly appreciate you coming to watch me train. Aemond say thank you, wasn’t it nice of her to come to see us?”

Y/N laughed at his playful nature. Aemond, however, did not find it amusing; he found it rather annoying actually when his brother spoke to him like he was a child. Aemond opened his mouth to say something but his older brother beat him to it.

“Did you know that the locals are celebrating the fire festival tonight” the older prince spoke as he waved his arms about for dramatic effect “it's an absolute delight. They have dances, wine and women though I suppose the latter is only of interest to myself. We all should attend”

“The locals you say, would that suggest the festivities do not take place within the castle?” Y/N inquired to which Aegon nodded “so you’re suggesting we leave the keep, after dark, I'm assuming?”

“Precisely princess. I can assure you, you will have the time of your life and I shall escort you lot back as soon as the festival concludes”

Aemond was about to decline the offer, finding it improper for his brother to even suggest sneaking out to the princess but Y/N was quick and rather eager to agree. He turned to look at her with surprise. Granted she was the more outgoing one, but he thought that perhaps after all these years her adventurous spirit had died down. Clearly, it had not.

“Splendid, I will meet you both by the far end of the first floor in the west wing after supper. For now, I shall leave you to enjoy the remainder of the day” Aegon turned his back toward Y/N so that he could wink at his brother “after that tedious activity I am in dire need of some spiced wine”

And with that Aegon walked away, ser Criston taking the hint as well and following after him.

“I apologise for my brother’s um..” Aemond searched for a way of describing Aegon’s behaviour without having to use profanity “pestiferous conduct”

“Pestiferous” Y/N repeated as she kept her gaze fixated on the prince standing before her “you and your big words”

Aemond grinned a little bit. He was the one among the both of them who read the most due to which his vocabulary was far broader, even as a boy.

“What are you doing until this evening?” he asked, knowing well there wasn’t much she would be up to since her sole visit was something pertaining to her brother and even that matter wouldn’t be attended to until a few days.

“I was hoping to visit the library” she informed “its far more vast in comparison to the one back home”

Aemond simply responded with a ‘hmm’. He escorted the princess back to her chambers before he excused himself to bathe, to wash away the stench of dust and sweat.

When the evening finally arrived, Y/N was the first one to make it to the spot where Aegon had asked for them to meet him. She was far too excited to partake in sneaking out of the castle, this being the first time she would do something this rebellious. Aegon arrived a few moments later with Aemond who was already dressed in his simpler clothes. The older prince handed a worn-out cloak to the girl and instructed her to keep the hood on at all times so that they might not be spotted by their unique platinum hair.

Aemond was slightly amused to see the girl so excited with the idea of sneaking away, it was almost like someone told her that she was gaining a second dragon.

Aegon expertly guided them through the castle passageways and then through the narrow streets of flea bottom. Y/N was intrigued by the smallest of things she saw in her surroundings meanwhile the only thing that captivated Aemond’s attention was Y/N. He simply couldn’t take his eye off her and it wasn’t just because he was being protective of her in this foreign surrounding; but because he found the way her face lit up whilst observing the simplest of things rather adorable.

The sound of a few people singing and clapping along to an upbeat melody caught her attention and she pushed past the boys to run toward it, with both princes chasing after her. She finally stopped when she saw the town’s folk dancing around a large bonfire as some of the people laughed and clapped to the rhythm of the music.

“Can we join them?” she asked both princes as she hooked both of her arms around their elbows.

“I uh-” Aemond cleared his throat, “I think we shouldn’t draw any attention to ourselves”

The prince wasn’t too fond of dancing and he did not know how to tell her that, especially since she seemed so joyous about wanting to join in the fun.

“We have our cloaks” Aegon reminded “I am not a dancer myself princess, but you are free to persuade my brother”

“Wha- um” Aemond threw a nasty look at his brother who was grinning mischievously.

Y/N knew Aemond wasn’t keen on dancing so she just huffed a sigh before she left both boys to join the circle of people dancing. It took a few minutes for her to memorise the timing and order of the movements until she too was laughing and swaying to the music with the others. Aemond watched her with a tender gaze and could feel his heart beginning to beat a little faster each time he heard the sound of her melodic laughter that he knew he would prefer to listen to instead of the music playing in the background.

“Merely staring at her won’t do anything” Aegon sighed “I brought you here so that you might have a chance that was stole- lost years ago”

Aemond turned to look at him with brows furrowed.

“Stolen?” he repeated. What did he mean by stolen?

“Lost, I meant lost” Aegon averted his gaze.

“No, no. You know something, tell me” Aemond continued to pry even though Aegon had tried to change the subject many a time “you know I won’t drop it until I get an answer”

Sighing with defeat, Aegon proceeded to tell Aemond something he knew would leave his brother feeling angered which is why he made him promise to not tell anyone that he was made aware of this and furthermore not mention that it was Aegon who had told him.

“Y/N had written to you, a few times after she left for Dragonstone” he spoke in a hushed tone “but grandfather had mother hide away those letters from you. He did not wish for you both to grow close”

Aemond’s expression hardened as he listened to Aegon.

“He thought if you both began to grow close, resulting in marriage, it would provide a sort of unity among both families and change mother’s mind about wanting to put me on the throne” he went on “They made me swear never to tell you of this”

“How could you keep such a thing from me” Aemond snapped, clearly not expecting this as his response “and what of the letters I wrote to her?”

“They were never sent” Aegon sadly admitted “grandfather had them burned instead”

All these years, Aemond grew up believing the notion that Y/N never wanted him, that she had cut all ties with him on account of his appearance. And to think his own kin had orchestrated this entire thing of keeping them apart angered him further. He was no longer in the mood to enjoy the festival, all he wanted was to go back. Sometimes he used to fly Vhagar when he felt troubled, perhaps he would go for a short flight that night.

Y/N, unaware of the situation, jogged up to them all giggly from the dancing.

“Just one dance” she tugged at Aemond’s sleeve “come on”

Aemond, already in a heated mood, snapped at her with a ‘stop it’ before his eye widened at the tone he’d used. He did not mean to lose his temper with her, especially since she hadn’t even done anything herself that had put him in such a bad temperament. Y/N’s smile faltered before she scoffed in annoyance and stormed off.

“Nicely done” Aegon rolled his eyes at Aemond with a disappointed stare “are you going to go after her or do you need my assistance with that as well?”

Aemond did not need to be told twice as he ran after the princess who had walked away from the celebrations and toward the street they’d used to get there. Aemond tried calling out to her but she ignored him until he finally managed to catch up to her.

“I did not mean to use that tone with you” he tried to steady his breathing since he did have to run to catch up to her fast-paced walking “I was upset at something else and I just happened to snap at you. My apologies”

Silence was what he got in return, all the way until they’d snuck back inside the Red keep.

“Y/N..” he tried again, slightly losing patience. He wasn’t the type to try this hard for someone; usually, he would just leave them be. So why was it this hard for him to simply walk away from her?

The princess walked into the library, despite the hour being late. She resorted to reading when she found her spirits downed and presently she was rather annoyed that Aemond ruined her evening by being rude whilst she was innocently asking him for a dance.

“I want to be left alone,” she told him over her shoulder as she scanned the shelves to look for a book that would spark her interest “leave me be”

“Are you that upset over me raising my voice at you? Unintentionally, might I add” Aemond asked. He knew she could be a bit bratty at times, especially when she was talked down to, insulted and in this case, snapped at; she was Daemon’s daughter after all. He thought that maybe her cranky attitude might’ve vanished but it seemed to have just gotten worse over the years.

“I thought I made it clear I wanted to be left alone” she repeated as she tugged at a book on the shelf just above her. Aemond, who was taller than her took advantage of his height and reached out with his hand from behind her and grabbed the book, holding it above her reach. Y/N let out an annoyed sigh before she turned to face him. Her breath momentarily hitched when she realised that Aemond had entrapped her in between himself and the bookshelf.

“I’m not in the mood to entertain your boyish antics” the princess looked up at him with an annoyed expression which Aemond smirked at. He found her slightly comical and cute when she was angry.

“I apologised for my outburst” Aemond again reminded, “I think you could let me off the hook this one time”

“Gaomas se dārilaros daor shifang skori spoken naejot isse se Quptenkys Ēngos?” Y/N grinned when she saw his smirk falter upon hearing her speak valyrian.

Does the prince not understand when spoken to in the common tongue?

Aemond knew he shouldn’t be surprised to hear her speak the language with such fluency especially since she was her father’s daughter but it had been a while since he’d heard her speak and even when she did as a child, she wasn’t even nearly as fluent as she was in the present.

“Se dārilaros kostagon,” He took a step forward, pressing her back further against the wooden shelves “yn kessa daor henujagon ēva zȳhon dārilaros iksis daor jenitis lēda zirȳla”

The prince can, but he will not leave until his princess is no longer annoyed with him.

His princess.

Y/N momentarily looked away to avoid smiling at his statement before she once again looked up to gaze at him. The dim lighting accentuated his sharp facial features and her eyes subconsciously fixated on his bow-shaped lips that looked rosy and so very kissable-

stop.

She shot her gaze upward once again toward his eye when she realised she’d been staring at his lips for an embarrassingly long amount of time. And unfortunately for her, Aemond had taken notice of it. He secretly wished she’d leaned in a little more, closing the space between them before he cleared his throat. He wasn’t supposed to have such thoughts about her.

But gods, she looked absolutely breathtaking and with him pressed against her, with her looking up at him with that captivating gaze it was hard for him to calm down his nerves.

“Here,” he sheepishly handed her the book he’d snatched away, scooting a few steps back. Y/N wanted to slap herself when she found herself craving for that close contact she shared with him only moments ago. Yet, she did not let her disappointment show as she simply accepted the book.

“Thank you” she grimly responded, trying to fill the awkward silence with whatever came to mind “reading helps soothe my mind”

“I see” he pressed his lips into a thin line “And although I admit I do enjoy reading myself, I would have to say that my way of dealing with stress is a lot better”

“Is that so?” Y/N tilted her head slightly with curiosity “what is it, may I ask?”

Aemond gingerly reached out and held her hand and was glad she did not pull away from his touch.

“I’ll show you”

#aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #aemond #ewan nation #world on fire #tom bennett #prince aemond #aemond smut #aemond fic #aemond headcanons #aemond x you #aemond x y/n

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ssplague · 2 years

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Yet ANOTHER tittie boy Bakugou story 🍼💥

Or should I say Tittie man? 🤔

Part 1 💥 Part 2 💥 Part 3

Ft. Grown up Pro hero daddy Katsuki 🦹🏼‍♂️ his forever beautiful wife 🤱🏼their extremely helpful little princess 👧🏼 & their hungry twin momma’s boys 👼🏼🍼👼🏼

Warnings ⛔️ Use of “Mommy” & “Daddy”, lactation kink, nursing, sexual themes & content

🏯 🏎 🌆

After a long day of ass kicking, pro hero Ground Zero finally breathes a sigh of relief after turning onto the familar street within the “Hero’s Only” gated community. A smile replaces the pro’s signature scowl once a specific house is seen in the distance; Of course its the biggest one on the block, it had to be, this was decided during its building phase. He was moving his ever growing family into the place for Christ sake, and they needed plenty of room to house that quickly expanding family.(Considering that he and Mrs.Bakugou still have a very active sex life, and he may or may not have developed a bit of a breeding kink after seeing her grow round with baby number one).

Soon as his sports car is parked in the garage and the large door is secured shut behind it, Ground Zero begins the transition back into Katsuki Bakugou, daddy of four (If you include one sexy mama along with three brats 😏). His gauntlets, bracers, and any other explosives are placed in their password protected safe beside the door leading to the garage. Opening the connecting door that leads into the actual house, the delicious smell of dinner fills his nose, along with the aroma of the preferred type of incense his wife likes to light throughout their home to keep it smelling nice.

Hearing noise just ahead, he calls out “I’m home!” but suprisingly recieves no excited shouts or squeals in response. As he gets further down the hall and closer to the sitting room, Katsuki immediately picks up on the perfectly synchronized, increasing in volume, sounds of identical whimpering. Followed by the sound of his wife calling out to their daughter, “Sweet heart would you please bring me my cup from the kitchen? I need to get your brothers fed before they start screaming their heads off”.

“Here you go mommy!” The always helpful little angel sing songs as she skips into the room, “Hi daddy!”.

Katsuki leans against the wall taking in the scene before him;

Your daughter twirling around your legs as you stand looking suprised to see him, disheveled but somehow still so incredibly sexy with your breasts hanging out of your thin yukata, while both arms hold an infant, each tit has a greedy baby suckling at them, “Welcome home my love…I uh didn’t hear you come in?” You offer this excuse, before chuckling out of embarrassment at being caught looking so ratchet by your husband, your daughter joins in on your laughter (Though she has no clue what’s funny). Ah if only you wouldn’t kill him for pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of this seemingly perfect moment.

Scooping his little princess into his arms, Katsuki begins his usual start of the evening routine; Tickling his excited little girl and asking her if she was good today? To which she always responds YES DADDY between fits of giggles as he spins her around, hangs her upside down etc. Now seated, you watch the two of them from your place on the sofa, smiling and occasionally yelping as one of your still eating babies bites down with their barely growing teeth. Once he puts your daughter back on the ground, your doting husband leans over to greet you properly, “C’mere pretty momma”. The kiss that started out as a seemingly innocent peck extends into something more and only once one of the twins gets slightly smooshed between you two (To which he makes the most indignant squeal a baby can) do you both remember where you are.

You wear a dazed expression as he pulls away from you, Katsuki has half a mind to capture your lips again but instead cups your cheek, running the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip “Later?”.

Snapping out of your desire fueled haze, you briefly close your lip around his thumb and hum, making eyes at him all the while.

When he finally stumbles up the stairs to take a shower, his pants are significantly tighter. Discarding his dirty clothes in the hamper, and stepping into the illustrious cave like shower he sighs, closing his eyes as the warm spray cascades down onto his head. It isn’t hard for him to conjer up that image of you from earlier behind his eyelids. Your tits were a nice size before and after you had your daughter, but ever since conceiving the twins they’d started growing. Now those puppies were nearly the size of two ripe cantaloupe’s, that thought has the proud daddy groaning as he wraps a hand around his leaking cock. The way pre cum was dribbling out of its head reminded him of the time he’d woken up to find you sitting up in bed all teary eyed and frustrated over your soaked T-shirt, “I pumped last night before bed!” You exclaimed before yanking it off and tossing it aside.

Oh gods, the sight of your leaking nipples had Katsuki on you instantly.

His hand stroked his cock faster, squeezing lightly when he got to the tip, making more milky white ooze from it as he neared his climax. How he wishes he could call you in here for just a minute; Seeing you on your knees with your legs spread, those perfect tits hanging out of your robe, so round and engorged with milk to feed his greedy little twins. Even just being imagined it was too much for him and as he’s cumming so hard he imagines it splattered all over your face and your dribbling tits.

“Fuck! Y/N! Oh goddammit!”

Your name mixed with a string of expletives falls from his lips as he finishes, slumped and panting like he’d just ran a marathon.

After dinner, the next few hours are dedicated to quality time with you and the kids. As you clean up the kitchen, he has both little boys on his lap and he can’t help but smile at the happy squeals and claps the two continuously make as their sister engages with them. Dancing, blowing bubbles, and singing all for her little brothers and papa. Eventually things begin to quite down as you come to sit with the four of them, praising your daughter on her wonderful performance, which you swear you heard the entirety of from the kitchen. As soon as you get comfortable the babies begin to try and wiggle away from their daddy, “Always momma’s boys” he huffs. Which you are quick to remind they are “Just like him”, earning a “Tch, yeah right” in response as he glares at the wall. Try as he might to front, you are close enough with Mitsuki to know he’s full of shit. “He may be Mr. Big shot pro hero now, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was always a wimpy little tittie boy growing up” recalling her words and Katsuki’s furious reaction as he burst into the room to rebuke her statement, makes you chuckle as you grab your sons.

It’s just about bed time now.

Katsuki herds your little girl upstairs and you follow behind with the boys. You head into the nursery and take a seat in the rocking chair, once again freeing your chest to get attacked by little mouth’s. They always sleep better if they get a little snack before bed.

Once your daughter is dressed in her nightgown, Katsuki carries her into the nursery to give kisses to you and her brothers, “Good night my precious little princess” you call as she gives you a sleepy wave with the hand not holding onto daddy’s neck.

Much to his disappointment, your breasts are put away by the time Katsuki comes to join you in the nursery. You ask him to change and dress one, while you continue trying to burp the other. By the time he has the new diaper on one son, you set down the other and he does it all over again. Two sets of small crimson eyes are barely open as you lean down into their crib and kiss each fluffy blonde head.

“Good night my little angels” you coo as you turn on the mobile above their heads. Katsuki leans on the door frame, waiting for you two to finally turn in. Thoughts focused on plans for tomorrow, as you walk past your husband on your way towards the master suite. It’s only once you hear the soft click of the nursery door closing that a familiar chill runs down your spine; The hallway is just about pitch black, small beams of moon light permeate cracks in the curtains that cover the windows lining the walkway. You feel eyes on you, roaming over your entire back side, and rendering you into poor helpless prey that might as well be incinerated under the burning gaze of an apex predator.

The squeak you emit is nearly silent once you round the corner and catch sight of your door, you place your arms under your heavy chest and run for it. It still hurts considering your tits are akin to two giant boulders bouncing while hanging off your chest, but even though your pussy may be wetter than wet, fight or flight still takes precedent. It was stupid of you to try and run to begin with but you both know that a good game of cat and mouse gets each of you ready to devour each other, regardless of how short or easy the game is/lasts. Katsuki just stalks after you, the way he takes each menacing step behind you is far more nerve wracking than if he were to just run at you.

When he appears in the doorway of your bedroom, his massive hulking frame blocking you from any escape. The smirk on his face turns into a mocking grin, showing all his sharp white teeth as he observes you. You back away slowly until the backs of your legs hit the bed frame, you let yourself gracefully fall backwards. Scooting into the middle of the bed you spread your legs, running one hand up the inside of your thigh towards your sopping cunt.Keeping eye contact with your gorgeous husband all the while, as you run your fingers up and down the tiny piece of cloth soaked in your desire for him. Meanwhile, the other hand pushes your yukata off the shoulders so the material pools up around your waist, leaving your perfect tits out on display.

Katsuki’s breathing heavily now as he enters the bedroom, shutting the door and immediately engaging the lock. You let your mouth fall open as you let out a quiet little moan, one hand continuously rubbing over your clothed slit while the other works at stimulating your tits.

Purposefully playing up the over indulgence in your self pleasure as you feel your nipples beginning to leak, “The twins eat so much normally…but I guess they weren’t as hungry as usual today…I have so much left over it’s hurts so much daddy…can you help me?”.

What kind of stupid question was that? Of course he was going to come to the aid of his perfect little wife! So fucking perfect…

“Such a good lil mama, taking such good care of our babies every day all by yourself…Can’t let you be in pain all night can we?” Katsuki drawls as he starts moving towards the bed, shucking off his clothes as he went “Those greedy little brats are so lucky, always latched onto these nice Fuckin’ tits, mmm they just keep getting bigger and bigger don’t they? Gotta keep making more milk to feed those hungry little mouth’s hah?”.

Your soft mewls are music to his ears as his big hands massage and squeeze at your chest. “Finally daddy gets his turn” Katsuki says, licking his lips before latching onto your now aching breasts. His hand comes to replace yours to play between your legs, pinching your clit before plunging two fingers into your hole. Your fingers began carding through his hair, occasionally pulling at the spiked strands when he rubs that special spot inside you. His ministrations are gentle and easy, this is both of your shared time to relax and unwind after all. You already know once he’s done nursing he’s going to mount and fuck you like a wild animal.

For now though you close your eyes and relax against the pillows, massaging his scalp while he occasionally sighs through his nose as a display of contentment, the puffs of air tickling your skin, just like the twins do. Switching to the other breast, he repositions himself to rub his erection against your inner thigh, precum smearing over your skin. Finally you can’t take it anymore and the begging begins, “Suki baby please…please I need you”

“Need what momma?” His words are muffled around the tit in his mouth.

“I need you to fuck me please daddy, want you to fill me up, wanna give you another baby” you sound so sexy and desperate that you just might cry.

That does it.

The sweet taste of your milk is still fresh on his tongue when he releases your abused nipple with a loud POP! Crimson eyes darkening as he moves to hover over you, caging you in with his muscular arms. The smuggest grin on his face as the tip of his cock brushes against your opening; “Gonna give me another little princess this time pretty girl?”.

A/N: There we go, yet another self indulgent as fuck piece for you guys to devour! My ideal family with Katsuki is Two daughters and twin sons, the first born is a girl, and the fourth born is also a little girl.

I can dream can’t I? 😏

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 67. brb x oc

a/n: DADDY IS HOME!!! DADD Y IS H O MEEE. A bit short because it's been raining and I wanted to post before the connection went caput 8)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff FLUFF

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Nicole was one of the cutest babies around and she wasn’t saying that because she was her daughter, but because some of the other wives and husbands that were at the base said so. There was something about those jade colored eyes and cherub like cheeks, her hair pulled up into two full pigtails atop of her head making her look like a little doll.

She was looking around the base by whipping her head back and forth, now that she could hold it up it opened a whole realm of possibilities for her. Beatrice just smiled, kissing her head as she adjusted the hold on Nicole. While she did bring her stroller, she chose to carry Nicole inside just so Rooster could see her.

“Are you excited to see daddy?” Beatrice asks, bouncing her little girl, “Yaaay,daddy is coming home!” Nicole just babbles something and gurgles a laugh, “Yeah,I know,honey.”

Thankfully the sun wasn’t so painfully hot that day which meant she put some sunscreen on Nicole and had a hat in case there was need for more protection in her back pocket and she could look around without her sunglasses. She didn’t seem to notice the woman looking over at her until she stepped closer, “Hi,” Beatrice blinked in the woman’s direction, “I remember you, Beatrice,right?”

“...yes,that’s me.”

“Oh,I’m sorry,I’m Lydia.” the woman smiles, then looks down at the little boy next to her, “And this is Tommy.” the boy squeaked out a shy ‘hello’ “I’m sorry if this seems random but I remember you from…a few years back? You are Rooster’s wife,right?”

She didn’t want to flinch at the casual way she said her husband’s callsign but she remembered that it was possible this woman’s partner knew Rooster, “Yeah,I am.”

“And who is this?” Nicole just blinks at her, “Your baby girl?”

“Ah,yeah, this is Nicole.” Beatrice smiles, swiping some strands of hair away from her daughter’s face, “She’s our daughter.”

“She’s really cute.” Lydia says, “I’m waiting for my husband, Thomas. He and Rooster know each other.”

“Ah I see,” Rooster never mentioned Thomas before and Beatrice kept that in the back of her mind for now, “You can stay here if you want, if it helps you–”

“No,no! No,I just wanted to greet you and compliment your baby girl.” a hand touches Beatrice’s arm, “Congratulations.”

Beatrice could only watch the woman walk away, furrowing her brows at this strange interaction with a woman that somehow knew her name and whose husband knew Bradley but he never told her about him, “...weird.” she mutters, looking down at Nikki and seeing her stinky eye expression to the woman who just walked away, “Nikki,you are being too obvious.” she laughs, gently brushing her thumb over her furrowed brows, booping her nose after she was done just so her daughter smiled.

“Now we wait for daddy.” she explains, “And auntie Phoenix and uncle Payback too.”

Nicole babbles something in response, but leans back against Beatrice’s arm as they wait for Rooster. Her mother fixes the flowery shirt she put on Nicole with a small grin, proud of the outfit she chose and waiting excitedly for Rooster to finally see their daughter.

It doesn’t take too long for the roar of engines to echo in the sky, the noise not even fazing Nicole who just looked up with interest instead of crying in surprise. While it wasn’t loud, it was amazing to see how unafraid Nicole was of outside noise, she was just curious.

So they waited for a little bit, Beatrice bouncing Nicole in her arms while humming Shot in the Dark by Ozzy Osborne, another song that Nicole heard while inside Beatrice and now was considered her own heavy metal lullaby.

Nicole’s green eyes moved about a bit, several pilots were making their way over to their families, - including Thomas who just approached Lydia and gave her a kiss, but Beatrice still couldn’t say how he knew Rooster - and two of them caught Beatrice's attention.

Payback noticed Nicole first and laughed, “Oh my God, that’s so cute!” he makes his way over with Phoenix not far behind, “Hi Nikki! I love your outfit! You look so nice!” Nicole smiled up at him, reaching for his finger as he held up to her face, “Rooster is going to love it,Bea.”

‘Thank you,” the brunette says, “Is he far behind?”

Phoenix looks past her shoulder to where the young Bradshaw was, “No, he’ll be here in a jiffy.” she said, cooing at Nicole for a few more seconds, “But we gotta go too, nice to see you Bea!”

“Nice seeing you guys too!” she calls, hugging them goodbye and watching them until they disappear from her vision. Beatrice looks forward again and this time, she sees a very tall and handsome pilot in the distance.

He is checking something in his suit, his head is bowed so he hadn’t seen her yet but Beatrice took all that time to admire her husband in all of his over 6” glory. Beatrice bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from moving and running over to him or else she’d ruin the surprise, “Look Nikki.” she whispers, lifting her baby just a bit, “It’s daddy!”

Nicole looks ahead, eyes moving a bit as she tries to find what Beatrice was talking about. It takes a few seconds but Nicole eventually sees her father and once she does, she starts babbling loudly, wriggling a bit on Beatrice’s arms and even trying to reach the distant image of Rooster, “I know,honey! Yeah it’s daddy! He’s home!”

He is home.

She closed her eyes, thanking whoever was responsible for bringing him home safely in her mind, her shoulders relaxing with a small smile spreading over her lips, “Finally.”

After a while, Rooster finally looks up when he hears the constant and repetitive blabber coming from a baby. Since most of the kids around were older, it was easy to pinpoint that the talkative one was nicole.

So he looks up, sees Beatrice and a smiling Nicole in her arms…and his eyes narrow. “What the?” he is too far to see it right so he speeds his steps to get closer. And the closer he gets, the sharper his vision is and he finally can figure out what he sees, “Oh my God.” he couldn’t help but laugh, and when he laughs he throws his head back and then had to hold himself up by putting his hands on his knees with the constant chuckling.

Beatrice is close enough that he can hear her own giggles, “Did you like it?”

“Oh…fuck…” he snorts, standing upright to wipe his eyes under the sunglasses, looking back to where they were so he could walk up to them, “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Because Nicole was wearing an outfit almost identical to Rooster’s.

With a white tee, a tiny Hawaiian shirt - with coconut trees and in the same shade of yellow from one of his favorite ones - and jeans shorts. Nicole gurgled a laugh, a high pitched noise coming out of her throat as her father got closer, “What’s this,missy?” he playfully scolds her, dropping his bag and propping his hands on his hips,”What’s this? I thought I was the fashionable one in the family.”

Nicole giggled again, reaching out for him and he couldn’t stop himself from picking her up, “Oh you look so cute.” he coos, kissing her cheeks once he’s holding her, “You are so precious, oh my gosh, yes you are!” Nicole touches his face, running her small hands over his mustache and then reaches for his sunglasses, “What? You want them, Birdie?” he wastes no time in putting them over her own eyes.

Nicole stills, the glasses are crooked and he has to hold them with one hand because they were adult size after all. Nicole just makes a noise again, touching the lens almost trying to adjust them over her eyes as Rooster smiles down at her, “This is so cute,” he says, pinching the colorful fabric of her outershirt, “She wears it well.”

“She got it from her daddy.”

Rooster snorts, looking up to meet Beatrice’s smiling face, approaching her to kiss her lips briefly. He breaks the kiss but keeps his lips above hers, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You look really good as well.”

Beatrice laughs against his mouth, kissing him again as Nicole keeps her hands occupied with the sunglasses, not paying attention to what’s happening around her, “I wanted to surprise you.” she whispers, “And I know you love this dress.”

It was the white summer dress with the small yellow flowers from Phoenix’s barbecue, that dress that just made him almost drop to his knees and stay there because of how cute she looked, “I do love it.” he replies, “Even more when you wear it.” he steps back just to check on their daughter who had now grabbed the sunglasses’ legs and was trying to bite the ends, “No,no, Nikki. No biting.” she makes a sound of displeasure when he grabs the sunglasses again, “How did you pull this off?”

“Hm?”

“What do you mean, hm? This,” he gestures to their daughter’s outfit, “How did you pull this off?”

“Well,” she drawls, walking alongside him as he keeps Nicole tucked into one arm and the other leans down to pick up his back, settling the strap on his shoulder, “I just had to check the tag in your shirt…then I asked for a similar shirt and took to Marcus who was kind enough to make that for Nicole.”

That makes sense.

Rooster just looked down at Nicole who was trying to get the sunglasses again, he just leaned his head down to kiss her cheek one more time, earning a giggle from their daughter “I love it,” he says, “She looks great like this.”

“I thought you’d like the surprise.”

“I do.” he smiles, kissing Beatrice’s head this time, “I gotta change though, can you wait for me?”

“Always.”

Rooster’s heart shuddered over that simple sentence, gently handing Nicole over to her mother, “Good,” he says, cupping her chin to kiss her one more time, “I’ll be right back, you won’t even miss me too much.” he winks at her, backing away from his girls to change while Beatrice smiled, watching him walk away and fighting hard to not drop her eyes to the perfect way that suit hugged his ass.

“No,” she chastises herself, “There’s still time…when we get home.” she whispers to herself, thanking that it was her day off and she wouldn’t have to worry about doing anything in a hurry once they left the base. Nicole tilted her head to see where her father went, letting out a gentle cry when he was nowhere to be found, “Baby, no it’s okay, he’ll be back soon.” Bea says, kissing her soft brown locks and shushing her the best she could, “And then we’ll go home.”

Nicole just hums, still looking to where Rooster went with her big green eyes wide and focused on the very spot he disappeared. Beatrice chuckles down at Nikki, leaning to kiss her soft cheek just like Rooster did as they waited.

Lydia and Thomas walked out of the base, the woman waving at her and Bea waved back, still confused as to how they knew Rooster when he never mentioned them before.

Beatrice watched them disappear in a black car, eyebrows still furrowed and Nicole giving them the stinky eye, only looking away when she feels his lips on the side of her neck “Hmmm, you are smelling so good,” he coos, spinning the car keys on his index finger, “Did you bring the foldable car seat?”

“I did,” she nods to her bag, “The other one was in the jeep so,”

“Yeah, come on Nikki! Time to go home!”

The drive home was uneventful, she noticed he looked tired and probably just wanted to lie on the bed and nap by the way he was looking. His hand did stay on her bare thigh, rubbing the flesh up and down as he drove, their chatting only staying within the realm of daily occurrences from both their sides.

When they got home,however - and after the dogs cried and greeted him -, Beatrice asked him about Lydia and Thomas and his response was “Who?”

“Lydia and Thomas.” she repeats, changing arms while holding Nikki, “She said her husband knows you.”

The glass with water tilted to his lips and he drank slowly, his eyes moving away in thought and once he was done he let out a “Ah, Anaheim.” he says, “That’s his callsign. I never heard anyone call him Thomas.”

Oh that makes sense, “Ah, okay…it’s just, well,I never saw him at the bar.”

“You wouldn't, he’s a bit…” he chooses his words carefully, “He doesn’t like drinking or people who drink, which is fine but that also makes him a bit antisocial and not everyone likes him for that.”

“Oh.”

“Or his wife.” he adds, “She…didn’t say anything to you,did she?”

“...no…should I be worried?”

Rooster licked his lips after setting the glass down, “She is…uh…how do I say this, she’s that type of military wife that makes it her personality.” he says while leaning against the counter, “While you are kind,sweet and talented…Lydia is just very intense about her role as a Navy wife and a stay at home mom.”

“She doesn’t seem that bad? She was really nice to me…she did know my name and all.”

“Anaheim probably told her about you because, apparently, I never shut up when it comes to you.” he smirks,crossing his arms over his chest, “And am I to be blamed?”

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, walking closer to Rooster when Nicole started blabbering and reaching for him, “No.” she says as her husband picks Nicole up, kissing her soft cheeks soundly over and over just to hear her laughter, “You just never mentioned him before…or anyone else did for that matter.”

With his lips sputtering against Nicole’s cheeks, making their daughter laugh gleefully, he looks back at Beatrice, “Baby, honestly,Thomas is…a cool guy but he just likes other things…I don’t know why exactly Lydia suddenly came up to you but,” he makes a funny face to Nicole who parts her mouth and kicks her legs excitedly, “But she might be scoping new moms for a book club or whatever.”

‘She has a book club?”

“I have no idea.” he responds, kissing Nicole’s forehead and placing her on his chest, her soft cheek resting on the curve of his shoulder, “Wouldn’t put past her…are you sleepy Birdie? Hm?” Nicole holds the collar of his shirt as her eyes blink heavily, “Has she been awake long?”

“Not longer than usual.” Beatrice explains, “She probably got excited when she saw you.”

“Hm.” Rooster smiles, kissing her head one more time, “I can tuck her in if you want, I wouldn’t mind.” He just wanted to hold her a little bit longer, “My sweet girl, look how big you are already.”

‘The doctor said she’s the picture of health,” Beatrice grins, “And that she is very active at four months old, especially because of the hand to mouth movement she does when she’s hungry.” Beatrice places her hand on Nicole’s back, brushing over the fabric of the small Hawaiian gently, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breathing, “So she’s completely fine.”

“Was she fine when I was gone?”

Beatrice hesitates, still touching her daughter’s back, “We both missed you.” was her response with a small smile, “A lot…but she got used to it after a while. After the last video call though…it was a bit sad to see her trying to grab your face through the black screen.”

Rooster frowned a bit, looking down at his dozing off daughter, “Yeah,I can imagine…but I’m home now,birdie.” he coos,”I’m going to tuck her in, she’s already partially asleep.”

“Okay,” Bea smiles, “I’ll prepare our lunch.”

“I can come back down and help you.” he says as he steps around Jack who just wags his tail at him, “I won’t take long.”

“Roos, it’s okay, take as long as you need.” Beatrice smiles, “I’ll be here when you return.”

Rooster gave her a thankful grin before he walked up the stairs humming Great Balls of Fire, in a much slower pace of course, just so Nicole could finally close her eyes and snuggle close to his shirt.

He smiles down at her, hearing the dogs patting around downstairs, the birds outside and Beatrice’s voice gently singing a song. He was so glad to be home.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

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renee-writer · 5 months

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Teachers Chapter 43

AO3

She holds Kelli-Anne ‘s hand on the way to the hospital. Her parents will meet her there and Claire can then return to school.

A fetal heart monitor allowed them to hear the healthy heart beats of her coming child. The girl closes her eyes as the ambulance moves towards the hospital. Claire watches her and the monitor.

“I don’t want Derrick in the room when the baby comes.”

“That is your right.” She doesn’t tell her that she made sure he knew.

“I know he has a right to see the baby but, this labor is personal. I just want my mom there, in the room.”

“That’s reasonable.”

She signs in relief before the first real pain hits. A gasp and her hand tightens to the point of pain over her teachers. Her eyes close tight.

“A contraction,” the paramedic says, nodding to the monitor, “it is going down now.”

“Breath Kelli-Anne. It is leaving.”

“I don’t know if I can do this Mrs. Fraser.” Her eyes are teary.

“You can. Your body was built to do this. You are strong. Each one brings the little one closer to birth.”

“Then I have to decide.”

Her parents are waiting when they pull up.

“Thank you Miss Beauchamp for…”

“Dad, it is Mrs. Fraser now, remember?”

“Right, ah Mrs. Fraser, thank you for everything.”

“Yes, thank you for riding with her.”

“You’re welcome. Let me know how everything goes.” She hugs Kelli-Anne, “remember you are strong.”

“Yes, Mrs. Fraser.”

“Do you need a lift back?” Her mom seems frazzled, twisting her purse straps around her hands.

“No, but thank you. Stay here, hold her hand,” They moved Kelli-Anne farther into the hospital. Her dad went with her, “She is struggling with whether to keep the baby.”

Her mom nods. “I know. She moves from being sure she is giving it up to dreaming of raising it.”

“With support she can do it, not that I am advocating for that.”

“Yes. I don’t know.” They are still talking when Derrick and his parents arrive.

“What are you doing here?”

“That is my kid being born.”

“Where have you been the last seven months? Not to any doctor ‘s appointments, not a dime for what she needs! Now you have the gall too…”

His parents remain silent, as they agree. The boy has messed up.

“I know, I messed up. I’m scared. Would rather be any place else right now. But, I am ready to do the right thing. If she doesn’t want us in the room, we will wait in the waiting room. But, I will be here when my son or daughter is born.”

“Whatever. I must get to her.” She hurries away. Claire turns to them.

“Labor and delivery is on the third floor. Good luck.”

“Mrs. Fraser, thank you for all you and your husband has done to help my hard headed son,” his mom says, “we appreciate it.”

“He isn’t a bad kid. Just a young man who made a mistake and got scared. That he is here now says a lot.”

She smiles at her, gives her a quick hug, and then leads her son and husband to the elevator. She watches until they disappear inside before calling an Uber.

They don’t hear anything the rest of that day. The school is buzzing with excitement about the impending birth. Speculation runs rampant.

“Nah, he will freak and leave.”

“What if it comes out white? Be funny if she was lying.”

“I bet she keeps it.”

“No way! She is smart.”

“Be dumb to keep it. Give it away to someone who can take care of it.”

“It is her kid. There is bonding in the pregnancy. She’ll keep it.”

The teachers do their best to teach through the gossip. The final bell is a relief to them all.

“Her labor continues.” Mr. Williams reports to his teachers.

The next morning, the school hums with anticipation. Over morning announcements, Mr. Williams reports, “Kelli-Anne had a healthy baby boy at 3 o’clock this morning. Both are doing well. Derrick remained in the hospital and has meet his child. No word on whether they are keeping him,” he knows of the bets going around his school, “Send good thoughts to them guys.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #teachers #chapter 43 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

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bethanysnow · 2 years

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Crying on Prom Night prt 3.

@eddieswifu @little-moonbeam-666 @depressedstressedlemonzest

Walking in the door was a portly man that the two women upstairs would identify as the man of the house. Y/n’s dad. He worked at some higher up company that handled local government so the house they could afford was one of the nicer ones in Hawkins. Nothing like the Harringtons, but it was nice.

“M/n?? Where are you? I forgot my tie for the meeting this afternoon- “Y/ns Dad walked up the stairs to see her door open. Stepping into view seeing his daughter and wife curled up on the bed his instant reaction was to reach out and help. Not wanting to invade his daughter’s privacy he leaned outside the door. “What’s wrong?”

Mom brushed some hair out of Y/n’s face looking to see if she could tell him or if she wanted someone to say it.

“Oh, that Munson boy, she asked him to Prom and he said I think some not so nice things. So, we are thinking maybe tonight after pictures we go get something out for dinner?” Looking at her husband with that mom expression of ‘we are doing this even if it’s posed as a question’. Her father nods and clears his throat.

“Sounds good- “And that was that. Her dad walking to the bedroom to find his tie. Y/n untangling herself from her mom’s arms stands up. Wiping her face putting her hands on her hips and takes a breath.

“I’m good- I’m good…” Her mom satisfied with this answer stands up and gives her arm a squeeze on the way out. The rest of the day was spent in her room, listening to her 8 tracks and Walkman. Playing Juke Box Hero on loop, it’s the song that made her feel powerful. Her Dad showed it to her one day driving to school while mom was on a women’s retreat with the church. One of the only real good memories she has with her father. He isn’t a bad dad, just very closed off. Dancing around her room when the music just became too much. Feeling each drum beat, guitar riff, and God bless Lou Gramm.

Y/n wasn’t super confident in most things, in fact it took a lot just to look in the mirror some days. The world was a big harsh place and it didn’t like people who looked different. Who were different, she was a closeted queer kid from Indiana who had a crush on the metal head. What did she think was going to happen? But standing in her room listening to Foreigner it was like she had magic powers. Blasting away all the people who were dicks, who said awful things. A certain boy who rejected her maybe.

Till the phone rang.

A couple rings go by. “Y/n its that Munson boy! Want me to hang up?” Her dad calls through the hallway.

Poking her head out of the door she takes the phone.

“Eddie- “

“Y/n! Hey! Listen, I am a dick. If you want to make me wear the zebra pants to school one day, I’ll do it. Let you steal my Black Sabbath tapes- what do I gotta do. I-I can’t have you mad at me. You’re my best friend I- no”

“Stop talking!”

“Oh- okay…”

Hearing the panic in his voice she sighs “Eddie…what you did was a real dick move and I- I don’t know man. You could fuckin apologize for one- “

Her dad from the master bedroom pipes in “LANGUAGE YOUNG LADY!”

“-Sorry dad…”

Eddie snickers into the phone. Leaning on the phone booth wall with the phone to his ear. “Okay- that’s fair. Y/n I apologize, I’m sorry for what I said…”

“Good and two- you can take me to prom.” Y/n sounding very accomplished over the phone.

Eddie groaned very loudly with a roll of his eyes “You sure I can’t just wear the pants?”

Y/n smiled and twirled the phone cord around her finger “No Munson, what did you call it? ‘Dress in a monkey suit’ and buy me a corsage and either Wayne or my dad can take you to get a suit- and you will show up at my house on prom night. We will go out to dinner, and then go to the dance and you will dance with me on the slow song. If you don’t, I will happily share the photos of you in middle school as the cowardly lion in the spring musical.”

“AH! Blackmail and guilt tripping me??? You’re starting to sound like a bad influence L/n” He chuckles putting in some more quarters “Listen- fine I’ll take you to prom, but if I look like a normie or a prep or whatever I will seek my revenge Y/n. Got it?”

She grinned “Yes Eddie, now stop spending your laundry money on a call- I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

Hanging up the phone the hallway was silent for a minute.

A hand found Y/n’s shoulder, looking up to see her dad’s eyes. A thin almost unrecognizable smile on his face as he stands beside her. His eyes sparkled a little, looking down at his little girl. He nods and goes down yelling for his wife to help him with his tie. That small interaction was one of many that led to the resemblance of a Mr. L/n’s version of I love you.

Going to her room Y/n took the dress of the back of her door and pressed it against her body looking in the full-length mirror. She was going to Prom with Eddie Munson!

Would he like her dress?? He better she spent a lot of time on it…should she wear heels??? She didn’t have a lot of female friends, the closest was Erica Sinclair who she babysat for a while in the summer. There wasn’t a lot of options here. Her mom was loving and a beautiful lady, just…like most women in her 30s was obsessed with being thin. There wasn’t a fat girl friendly magazine she could pick up.

But no matter! She was going to prom and she was going with a boy! Not just any boy a boy she liked! Laying on her bed with a happy sigh she was content. Putting back on her Walkman’s headphones.

“-Just one guitar, slung way down low Was a one way ticket, only one way to go So he started rockin', ain't never gonna stop Gotta keep on rockin', someday gonna make it to the top

And be a juke box hero, got stars in his eyes He's a juke box hero He took one guitar (juke box hero, stars in his eyes) Juke box hero, (stars in his eyes) he'll come alive tonight”

#eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #sts4

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lumiereandcogsworth · 2 years

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Adam’s Day Off

Word Count: 800

Tags: Adam/Belle, family fluff <3

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“No! Please! I beg of you!”

“It’s too late for any cries for mercy! You have committed treason against your kingdom, and you will face punishment!” The captain then drove her sword through her foe, mercilessly watching as he gasped for breath, wobbling on his knees before falling backwards on the ground.

The captain stepped over to him, placing her foot on his stomach. “Any last words?”

The man looked at her. “Well, you’ve already killed me. You should’ve asked that before the deed was done, Renée.”

“I know not of this Renée which you speak of!! My name is Captain Rainbow of the Mountains, and you will OBEY ME!”

“I’m sorry, Captain, uh, Mountains.”

“That’s quite alright. Now excuse me while I deal with my subordinates, Papa.”

Adam smirked as he watched his daughter walk off, her wooden sword swinging against her legs, stuck in a leather belt her mother had fashioned for her. He sighed and dropped his head back onto the soft grass. Despite the tragedy of their latest battle, Adam was thankful for a break from the high energy of his children. He watched the clear blue sky for a moment before closing his eyes, finding peace in the sweet sounds of laughter that surrounded him.

After a few minutes of solitude, the king started to hear footsteps, as well as the skirt of a dress swishing against the ground with each step. He didn’t open his eyes until he suddenly felt colder, as though something was now blocking the sunlight he had been laying in.

He opened his eyes, smiling and tilting his head at the sight. “Hello, darling.”

“Hi, love,” Belle chuckled. “Taking a break?”

“Well, the children had me murdered.”

“Ah, how sad.”

He shrugged against the grass. “I’m coping.”

Belle laughed, putting her hands on her hips and looking out at her three gremlins running around. “Children! Why did you kill your father?”

Renée stopped and shouted back at once. “He committed TREASON, Mama!”

Belle looked down at her husband, who looked back up at her with a resolute expression. “It was anarchy, I had no choice.”

His wife shook her head, a wide grin on her face as she crouched down and slowly laid down beside him, fixing her dress so it would cooperate with her.

Adam watched as she settled beside him, his head now turned on one side to meet her eyes. “Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” his wife replied, smiling back.

“How was your day?”

Belle looked up in thought, then back at him. “Good, actually.”

“Yeah? How did the meeting with the board go?”

“As to be expected,” she rolled her eyes and exhaled. “But I think I got through to them.”

“That’s my girl,” Adam said proudly.

Belle smirked. “What about you? How was your day off with the children?”

“Well,” Adam sighed. “It did cost me my life…” his wife laughed as he continued. “But it’s been rather fun. Wish you had been out here with us.”

“Well, I’m certainly here now,” she replied.

“You certainly are,” he grinned.

They smiled at each other for another moment before Renée returned with a vengeance. “Mama! What are you doing, fraternizing with the enemy??”

Adam propped himself up on his elbows. “I thought I was out of the game! I’m dead!” he argued.

Belle sat up, engaging with the imaginary scenario at once. “Oh, I would never collude with such filth! Lead the way, Captain! And you! Is this our Lieutenant Reecy?”

Their four-year-old son came running over, jumping on Belle’s lap and laughing playfully. He had a smaller wooden sword in his hand and a pirate hat that was slightly too big on his head.

“We’re in the battle, Mama!” the boy began to explain.

“He’s been nothing but problems,” Renée interjected, clearly exasperated by her little brother’s presence. “Lieutenant Treetop Stars,” she said, turning to her sister. “What’s the latest report?”

“Trouble from the west,” Juliette stated, looking at an empty scroll. “We’ll need our horses.”

“Let us gather the horses! Come on, Mama! There is not a moment to waste, they need us!”

The two princesses ran off, little Maurice getting excited and yelling “We need the horses!!” as he skipped off to follow them.

Belle grinned and got to her feet, turning to look at her husband and holding her hand out. “I shan’t leave any soldier behind.”

Adam laughed, taking her hand and standing as she pulled him up. He wiped the grass off himself. “You’re kinder than your superiors.”

“Renée is ruthless,” Belle admitted.

The king bent down and picked up his sword, poking his wife with the rounded tip. “That’s Captain Rainbow of the Mountains, to you.”

The couple laughed, walking off to join their children in their wonderful imaginary world.

#some family fluff today <333 #beauty and the beast 2017 #beauty and the beast (2017)#batb 2017 #adelle #adam x belle #belle x adam #batb fanfic #batb fic #lydia writes!#oc writing

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southernpansy666 · 2 years

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Growing Up 2: More Changes

Part 1

"Do you think she'll even like her new bed?" Aziraphale fretted.

The parents had rearranged Eden's room, getting rid of her crib and moving it into the basement.

But they kept the glow stars as they were. Crowley wanted Eden to always sleep under the stars and Aziraphale agreed. The angel always marveled Crowley's attention to detail when he recreated the constellations and formations on Eden's walls and ceilings, even adding the planets and moon.

"I'm sure she will angel." Crowley reassured. "The bed is big enough for her to grow into, and she won't be able to resist this Doctor Who blanket we got her." To make the transition easier, they got her a Doctor Who blanket, with the TARDIS on it. Eden's Doctor Who collection was growing too….thanks to Crowley.

"And if she insists that she sleeps with us every night?"

"What's wrong with that?" Crowley scoffed. The thought of sleeping with his baby girl and his angel at the same time sounded wonderful.

"Well then don't expect sex anytime soon, if that ends up being the case dear boy."

"Wot?" Crowley asked, immediately doing a double take. He hadn't thought of that….

Part 2

There was a knock at the door. "Oh, that's Shadwell and Tracy with our Eden." Aziraphale said excitedly as he dashed out of the room, leaving his husband with his current crisis.

"PAPA!" Eden squealed when Aziraphale opened the door, her wings popped out, hitting Shadwell in the face.

"Oof! Steady on!" Shadwell gasped, quickly handing the toddler over. "I always forget she can do that."

"How was she today?" Aziraphale asked as he hugged his daughter tightly, smothering her in kisses.

"She was an angel as always." Tracy said fondly as Aziraphale beckoned them inside. "How did her room turn out?"

"It's splendid, although we're not sure how she'll like it." Aziraphale set down Eden and she toddled back to Shadwell, "Wellie!" Eden said as she grabbed him by the hand and led him to the coffee table in the family room, where a plate of chocolate chip cookies was waiting.

"Ah, yes, those are for teatime." Aziraphale said, "But I see Eden doesn't want to wait." The angel chuckled as Eden handed Shadwell the biggest cookie.

"Wellie was feeling a bit peckish." Shadwell concluded as Aziraphale and Tracy laughed. Eden loved her Godfather "Wellie." very much.

Crowley finally made his way downstairs and Eden squealed again, "DADA!"

Crowley and Eden ran to each other and Crowley scooped her up and spun her around. "I missed you my little princess." Eden giggled when Crowley showered her with kisses.

"Why don't we show her the surprise before teatime?" Aziraphale suggested.

Part 3

The foursome watched as little Eden peeked into the room. Eden was instantly captivated by the new bed.

"Little One be careful!" Aziraphale exclaimed when Eden dashed to the bed and tried to climb on by herself, but Crowley and Shadwell stepped in and helped her onto the bed.

Aziraphale sighed in relief…but immediately tensed when Eden began to jump on the new bouncy bed.

"I think it's safe to assume she likes her new bed." Tracy said, glancing at the couch. Eden, Crowley and Shadwell had fallen asleep, exhausted from their shenanigans with their bellies filled with tea and cookies.

Aziraphale nodded as he refilled his teacup. "I'm thankful for that." He smiled gratefully when Tracy got up and fetched a spare blanket and draped it over the sleeping trio.

The End

#Good Omens #Goodomensprime #Bad Omens #Aziraphale #Crowley #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #Neil Gaiman #Terry Pratchett #ineffable husbands #Ineffable Family #Eden #Goodomensseason2 #good omens 2

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ravennm84 · 3 years

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Doctor’s Note

We all know how Lila fakes having different diseases and medical problems, but what would happen if she actually got sick and her mother went to the school to drop off a doctor’s note and pick up Lila’s assignments? Want the answer? Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!

Greta Rossi could admit that she was a bit of a workaholic. Being the secretary to the assistant ambassador of Italy, in a city that was constantly under attack by a magical terrorist, was not the easiest job in the world either. It took a lot of early mornings, late nights, and even some weekends to make sure everything was prepared for her boss. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t drop everything for her one and only daughter when she needed her.

Right now, for example, Lila was trapped in bed with a nasty case of strep throat. The poor girl had a fever, white pustules at the back of her throat, and could hardly stop coughing. It was only due to some very strong medicine that she was able to stop coughing long enough to pass out from exhaustion.

She had contacted her work to let them know she would be taking the week off, and the ambassador had been very understanding. Stressing that he knew how dedicated she was to her work and that it was good for her to take time off for her family. It was only after Lila was sound asleep that she made the phone call to her school, she wanted to make sure they knew why Lila was staying home and that she would be in later that afternoon to pick up her daughter’s assignments for the next week.

The principal, M. Damocles was his name, seemed very happy to have spoken to her and said that he would have her assignments waiting when she came to pick them up. Also, if she could bring the doctors’ notes with her, that would be very much appreciated.

Checking again that Lila was sound asleep, she left a note on her daughter’s bedside table that she was running some errands, would be home soon, and to text her if she needed anything.

Arriving at the school, she was surprised to see everything running so smoothly and that the reconstruction after the two month akuma attack had been gone so well. She was impressed that she couldn’t even tell the difference between the old and new parts of the building. But then, she wasn’t overly skilled with architecture or building construction, so that wasn’t a surprise to her.

A few knocks on the door and she entered M. Damocles office. She had only met the man a couple times, but he had seemed like a decent person. It was a shame that he had been akumatized for so long and she was curious about what had happened to cause him to be akumatized, but she wasn’t sure if it was proper to ask him.

“Mme. Rossi, good to see you. I understand that Lila has fallen ill?” He asked, spinning around to grab a blue folder behind his desk.

“Yes, the poor dear has strep throat and has been coughing nonstop for days.” Greta told him as she pulled the doctor’s note from her purse. “Here’s the note you requested, do you have her homework packet?”

Damocles looked over the note for a moment before nodding and looking at her expectantly. “Thank you, do you have her other doctor’s notes?”

Greta tilted her head in confusion. “Does she need more than one? It’s just strep throat, she should be back to school after next week.”

“No madam, this is all I need for her current leave from school. I was referring to the doctor’s notes for her tinnitus, arthritis, sprained wrist, and her lying disease. That last one especially, and any information you can give me on accommodating that one so we do not have a repeat of the incident last month.”

Nothing in the world could have kept her jaw from dropping. What he had just told her? “M. Damocles, everything you just said is completely false. Lila has no such ailments, and I don’t think there is such a thing as a lying disease, unless you are referring to pathological lying.”

The man blinked back at her a few times before raising one hand to rub his brow. “Oh my, Mme. Rossi, I believe you and I must have a long discussion about the things your daughter has been saying and doing since she started school here.”

Her legs were stiff as she lowered herself into a chair, a sick feeling growing in her stomach as M. Damocles pulled a different folder out from his desk.

~oOo~

Over two hours later, many truths had finally come out.

1) The school had never closed for months due to akumas.

2) When M. Damocles had been akumatized, it had been at night and did no damage to the school.

3) Greta was not the ambassador, but a secretary.

4) Lila did not suffer from any diseases.

5) They had been in Paris since Lila had started school, no globetrotting whatsoever.

6) She and her husband were not estranged, he had simply wanted to stay at his dream job in Venice and she would never force him to leave it for her temporary assignment here in Paris.

7) Lila’s grandmother was alive and had never owned or given Lila a foxtail necklace.

8) The phone number on file was Lila’s number, not Greta’s. And the email was supposed to be ‘.gov’ not ‘.com’.

Damocles had also called one of Lila’s classmates to his office, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When the principal told Greta about the incident from the previous month, she was shocked. Then Marinette told them her side of the story; all the lies, the threats, and finally setting the poor girl up to be expelled. Greta had never been so angry with her daughter in her life. Sure, she had been a good little story teller and actress when she was little, but she never would have thought she could be so cruel.

By the end of her explanation, Marinette was practically in tears.

When she mentioned that Adrien Agreste also knew of Lila’s lies, he was called to the office as well. He was a little more reluctant to talk about what Lila had been saying, but Greta insisted that she wanted to know what her daughter had been doing since coming to school, so he told her. If she hadn’t been disgusted before, she definitely was now. Getting Adrien’s father’s employees in trouble, lying about being friends with Ladybug all while telling Greta that she was a useless hero, sexually harassing Adrien while the boy didn’t even realize that was what she was doing to him. She had become a Gabriel model without her permission, which meant that Lila had likely forged her signatures on the contracts, so she would need to contact M. Agreste to get that sorted out. One of the things that surprised her was hearing that Lila had been akumatized, not once or twice, but three times!

Not long after that, M. Damocles dismissed the children so he and Greta could finish speaking. He told her that, due to falsifying contact records and two months of truancy, Lila was likely to be expelled. Greta accepted this, knowing that she would have done the same thing in that man’s position. In fact, she already had a plan forming on how to thoroughly punish her deceitful daughter. And since Lila had basically been quarantined for the next week and a half, she knew exactly what to do.

First, she began the paperwork to have Lila pulled out of Francois Dupont, effective immediately and asked to go speak to Lila’s classmates. After hearing what her daughter had put Marinette through, she wanted to make sure everyone knew the truth. Damocles allowed this, first pulling Mme. Bustier from the class to alert her as to what was happening. The woman was appalled to hear what had happened but insisted that she had been in contact with her for months via email, to which Greta informed her that it was not her email, but one that Lila had likely set up to keep the school from contacting her. This shocked the teacher to the point where she heavily leaned against the wall and M. Damocles had to support her to keep from collapsing.

When Greta was finally permitted to address the class and debunk the lies that her daughter had been spewing, there had been a lot of shock and questions to follow. But when a girl named Alya began furiously typing on her phone to blow up at Lila, Greta stopped her.

“I’m going to ask that none of you contact Lila from now on.” Alya and the other students looked at her in surprise, but she continued before anyone could interrupt. “I have already begun putting her punishment into motion and know for a fact that it will not be something she will forget anytime soon. So I ask that you do not call, text, or email her. If she attempts to contact you, tell her that you are busy and can’t talk. If she attempts to invite you over or make plans for the future, tell her that you are unavailable or that you already have plans. If she makes any threats or rude remarks to anyone, please forward those messages to me, I will leave my number for you to do so. Do this so that I may move forward with her punishment without her suspecting that I have discovered the truth.”

Having finally had the wool lifted from their eyes, the students realized just how much attention Lila seemed to demand on a daily basis. So, by acting like they were too busy for her or not in the mood to talk, that will drive her crazy and be a nice bit of revenge for lying to them. The class agreed.

After that, Greta headed home to find that Lila was still asleep but beginning to wake up, if the coughing was any indicator. While still having the chance, she called up her husband back in Venice.

“Pronto.”

“Mio amor, how are you? How are things at the school?”

“Ah, mia bella, the school is wonderful, though I must admit, my urge to see you and Lila grows by the minute. When will you come to visit me?”

“Very soon, actually. I’m afraid that you and I need to have a talk about our daughter.” About thirty minutes and a lot of cursing later, Ciro Rossi was now completely up to date on the actions of their daughter.

“I wish to say that I cannot believe Lila would do such things, but I can’t help remembering that boy, Roberto, from two years ago.”

Yes, Greta remembered him well. He had been a very popular boy at Lila’s school; handsome, rich, from a very well connected family, and from what she understood, completely dedicated to his boyfriend. She hadn’t paid him much attention until Lila came home crying that Roberto had attempted to sexually assault her. Greta and Ciro had refused to let such a thing go unchecked and went to the police to report him. During the weeks to follow, Roberto was put through hell; bullied at school, he was beaten up a few times, his boyfriend broke up with him, and his name slandered all over Venice. They had believed what happened to the boy to be justified… until proof was provided that he was nowhere near Lila when she claimed to have been assaulted.

She suddenly recanted her story, saying that she must have been mistaken and someone that looked like Roberto assaulted her, but the damage had already been done. The boy and his family moved somewhere far away, and Greta and Ciro were forced to pay restitution to Roberto for ruining his name and reputation. Through her tears, Lila convinced them that it had been an honest mistake and that she hadn’t meant for any of that to happen. It wasn’t long after that, Greta received an offer to be the secretary for the assistant ambassador in Paris. Lila had begged her mother to go with her, claiming that her classmates were now bullying her for what happened to Roberto. Wanting to protect their daughter, they agreed.

Looking back on it now, and noticing the similarities between Roberto and Adrien, both Greta and Ciro were disappointed in themselves for not seeing the truth. Which likely was that Lila had tried to get close to Roberto for his money and connections, and when he turned her down, she lied about the assault to ruin his life, much like she had done to Marinette. And when it came out that she had lied about Roberto, her classmates had turned on her. So when she got the chance to start somewhere new, with people who didn’t know about her lies, she took it. Not caring if she harmed anyone at her new school while repeating old habits. But they were not about to let Lila do the same thing to Adrien or Marinette. Once Greta told her husband her plan, he was all for it and began preparing things on his end. By the time Lila was done being sick, her entire life would have turned upside down.

~oOo~

It took a lot more effort than Greta had expected to hide her intentions for the nine days it took for Lila to get over her case of strep throat, but she had been making good use of that time.

She had contacted Gabriel Agreste’s secretary and asked about any contracts that may have been signed. When she told her she hadn’t signed any contract and that her daughter would no longer be modelling, the woman had no choice but to accept this and inform M. Agreste of this development. The woman also informed Greta that such a breach of contract would result in Lila being blacklisted from the fashion industry. She agreed and promised that she would inform her daughter of this once she was better.

Greta then looked into Lila’s savings and trust fund, of which she had control of since Lila was still a minor. She drained the accounts to pay restitutions to Marinette for bullying and slander, Adrien for sexual harassment; and then sent the rest of it to Roberto, along with a message that she was now completely aware of the type of person her daughter was and would be adequately punished very soon.

And to keep too much suspicion off of her, Greta began mentioning to Lila how her father desperately wanted to see her after she got better, so after the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, they would be going to Venice to see him. Now that she was watching, Greta saw the twinge of uncertainty at the mention of Venice, but quickly covered it with false excitement for going back to visit her father.

As the day grew closer that they would be heading to Italy, Greta also noticed Lila glaring at her phone with utter malice. She might not have known what was going on if Lila’s classmate, Alya, wasn’t keeping her up-to-date on what Lila was telling them. Her daughter was attempting to tell the class that she was going to be going on a trip with a famous singer after she was better, but her classmates were doing as Greta asked and treating the lies as if they meant nothing. When she accused Marinette of calling her a liar while she was sick and couldn’t defend herself, the class stopped responding.

One message that was forwarded to Greta nearly had her abandoning her plan and confronting her daughter at that moment. It was a message that Lila had sent to Marinette, who had shared it with Alya, who then forwarded it to Greta. It read:

You fugly, no talent bitch! You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Those stupid sheep were eating up every single one of my lies before I got sick, and now they won’t even talk to me! Just you wait. When I get back to school, I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself. Maybe I’ll convince someone that you tried to kill me and they’ll kill you for me. Either way, you’re dead. And even if you show someone these messages, no one will believe you over me.

Greta forwarded the message to Ciro as well. He called her right away to discuss other accommodations that they would be making for Lila in the coming days. There was something seriously wrong with their daughter, and they refused to turn a blind eye to what was happening.

When the day finally came that Lila was better and they were heading to Venice, Greta instructed Lila not to pack her more expensive clothes as she would not want to lose them if their baggage got lost. What her daughter didn’t know was that Greta was planning on selling all of her designer clothes, jewelry, her electronics, and everything else to continue paying restitutions to Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto. And it wasn’t like she would need them soon, anyway.

The plane ride was a bit nerve racking for Greta, as she worried about giving something away and Lila figuring out her plan; but if she did, it didn’t show. When they landed at Venice Marco Polo Airport, she had to resist her sigh of relief. The plan was almost ready to be put in action.

When she saw Ciro waiting for them in his dress whites, her heart sped a bit more. The man was, without a doubt, the most handsome man she’d ever met, and was the love of her life. Being away from him for so long was difficult, but what else could they do? Her husband was a Capitano di Vascello of the Italian Navy and had worked very hard to get where he was. Although he was semi-retired now and no longer served on a ship, he had followed his dream and became the Vice Principal for the premier naval academy in Venice, Francesco Morosini Naval Military School.

He had gone to the school when he was younger and always claimed that it was the best experience he could have ever wished for. That being in that school saved his life. So when he continued into the navy to serve his country, he made it his goal to one day become the Principal of the school that saved him, so that he could do the same for other students. And now, they would be doing the same for Lila.

Greta and Ciro had thought of admitting Lila to Francesco Morosini when she came of age, but quickly realized that she was not the Navy type and did not want to force her into it. That choice was no longer Lila’s and she would be staying at the military school where it was Ciro’s job, not only as a father, but as an administrator of the school, to keep a close eye on any problem children.

Ciro embraced Greta and then Lila before taking their bags and walking them to his car. Lila was talking at length to her father about all her friends at school, all the happenings in Paris, and even mentioned her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste.

“You would like him, Papa. He’s a model, a gentleman, and his father is the designer, Gabriel Agreste. And he treats me like a princess!” Lila gushed as she showed her father a picture of Lila kissing the blonde boy’s cheek. Greta had seen that picture and had even asked Adrien about it while they had spoken in M. Damocles office. Lila had apparently kissed him without permission when she took that picture, and then sent it to every girl in Adrien’s contact list to make it seem like they were dating.

Ciro played along, asking questions about her classes, Adrien, the akuma situation that he had heard about over the news, and other things to keep Lila from growing suspicious. Sure enough, she prattled on through the entire car and ferry ride to Venice. Only seeming to look around questioning when they arrived at the Naval school, rather than their apartment.

“What are we doing here?” She asked, looking at her father in confusion.

The two parents dropped the act and glared at their daughter in disappointment and anger. “I’m surprised at you, young lady,” Greta started. “Did you really think you could keep lying to us? We. Know. Everything.”

They watched as her olive skin quickly paled. “What do you mean? I didn’t lie, I sw-”

“We know the school never closed,” Ciro interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument or interruption. “We know about you lying to your classmates and teachers about having disabilities and diseases. We know about you changing our contact information on your school records. We know about you bullying and sexually harassing your classmates. We know about the threats you’ve made to that one girl. We know that you’ve been akumatized multiple times. We know the truth about what you really did to Roberto two years ago! WE KNOW EVERYTHING!”

With every word he said, Lila seemed to inch away from her irate parents and shrink into herself. At the same time, they saw the rage and contemplation in her eyes. She was angry at being caught and was already trying to think of a way out of trouble. Not that they would give her a chance to even try.

“But I didn’t li-”

“Lie number one, Ladybug is a useless superhero that let your school get damaged and spent months trying to deakumatize your principal, which is why you were out of school for two months.” Greta interrupted that time, pinning her daughter with a glare that she usually reserved for idiot interns who screwed up important paperwork at the embassy. “I personally spoke to your principal and looked into Ladybug. The school never closed. Ladybug and Chat Noir have always defeated the akumas and restored the damage thanks to their abilities. And you told the school that you and I were off globetrotting to places like Achu.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. She was just beginning to stammer out an excuse when her father spoke over her.

“Lie number two, a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been bullying you because she is jealous of your relationship with your boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. We have seen the texts that you have sent that girl, the most recent saying,” Ciro pulled out his phone to read off of the text “‘...I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself…’ Does that sound familiar to you?”

“I also personally spoke to Adrien after I spoke to Marinette, and found out that not only are you not his girlfriend, but you have been sexually harassing him! You even showed us proof in that picture you took where you kissed him!”

“But that’s not sexual harassment!” Lila shot back at them as her panic grew.

“Any unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors, and other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature constitutes sexual harassment. Your mother and I memorized that when you accused Roberto of assault, which is another thing you lied about! And let me guess, you wanted to use that boy’s popularity and family connections for a leg-up, but he turned down your advances since he was gay. You didn’t take that rejection well, so you told us he assaulted you. Is that what happened?”

“How did you-” Lila interrupted herself that time by slapping her hand over her mouth, quickly realizing that she had confirmed what her father had just said.

“Well, congratulations young lady. You have earned a complete overhaul on your life.”

“What do you mean?” Lila didn’t want to know, but it seemed like she had no choice but to ask.

“Your modelling contract with Gabriel is done,” Greta told her, noticing her wince since they weren’t supposed to know about that either. “I spoke with his assistant and discovered that you forged my signatures on the contracts to let you model. They were kind enough not to pursue legal action against you, but they have asked that I inform you that you have been blacklisted from the fashion industry, so that career option is completely closed off to you.”

“Your mother educated your friends at school with the truth. They know about all your lies and have kept us apprised of what you have been saying, the rumors you have been attempting to spread about going on a trip with a random music star, and were kind enough to forward that threatening message you sent to that girl, Marinette. They are no longer interested in being your ‘sheep’.”

“Not that you will be returning to that school,” Greta continued. “Your truancy has made that impossible, even if we did want you to stay there to face the consequences of your actions. Which includes paying restitution to the people you’ve hurt.”

“Paying!” Ciro and Greta watched as Lila’s right eye began to twitch as she snapped at them.

“Yes, paying. I’ve already emptied out your savings and trust fund to pay back Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto for what you’ve done to them-”

“You can’t do that! That’s my money!” She screamed, stomping her foot at her mother like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

“Money that you earned illegally modelling after forging my signature. And you are a minor, I am well within my rights to take that money to pay for the damages you have incurred. I will also be selling your laptop, tablet, mobile phone, as well as the clothes and jewelry you left in Paris. Seeing as you won’t be needing them anymore.”

As she said this, Lila clutched her phone and hugged it against her chest. “How am I supposed to talk to anyone without my phone?”

“Pen and paper, and if you need to speak with your mother, there’s my office phone or the payphone in the barracks, where you will be staying.”

The girl’s eyes grew impossibly wide as she looked at her parents in a panic. They couldn’t mean…

Ciro smiled the smile that he used to greet the families whose children were in need of discipline. “Welcome to Francesco Morosini Naval Military School, where we strive to give children an education that will help them for their future and the world that waits for them.”

~oOo~

There had been a lot of begging, crying, and screaming after that as Lila did everything she could to try and change her parents’ minds. This was a total nightmare for her. Forced to wear a uniform she hated. Surrounded by students, teachers, and her father; all of whom knew that she was a liar. No one gave her the type of attention she craved, but everyone was giving her the overly watchful attention she despised. She couldn’t even enjoy becoming an akuma anymore, as she was far out of Hawkmoth’s reach.

Greta and Ciro had gone out to dinner afterwards in an attempt to de-stress, only to get a call an hour later that Lila had tried to steal a boat and run away from the school. She was put on a 24/7 watch after that, now required to wear a tracking monitor wherever she went and was on bathroom and floor cleaning duty for the foreseeable future.

When Greta returned to Paris, she went about doing exactly as she promised. She sold Lila’s electronics, clothes, and jewelry; only keeping a pair of plastic stud earrings that her grandmother had given her. She met with M. Damocles again to let him know that everything had been taken care of. She contacted the Dupain-Cheng family to let them know that Lila wouldn’t be bothering their daughter again. That was probably the most pleasant thing she did, as they were a lovely family and sent her off with a box of assorted scones, so yummy! When she had them send a box of goodies to her husband in Venice, he called her a few days later and begged her to send more whenever she could.

Lila absolutely hated seeing her father enjoy pastries from the bakery of her rival’s family. That, along with being forced to talk to a psychiatrist three times a week to make her admit that she was a liar and to figure out why she feels the need to lie. All while wearing a horrible uniform and actually having to clean. She was in her own personal hell. How she wished that she had never gotten sick.

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ursulasfishandships · 2 years

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You Saw Beyond- Part Four

AN: Hello! Sorry for the late update, I had senior prom and all the drama that comes with it. I will be posting a masterlist soon so all of the chapters can be organized nicely. It really does make me happy to see all your nice comments and messages. I enjoy writing and I'm happy you enjoy my writing <3

“It is nine in the morning, why are we watching National Geographic?” Harvey Dent groaned as all of the interns sat on the couch. Falcone pressed pause, the TV freezing on a red-headed woman holding a potted plant.

“This, Mr. Dent, is your client. Mrs. Pamela Isley Anderson. She is a TV personality who has made tons on her shows about gardening.”

“Hey, I know her!” Harleen interjected, “My mom watches her shows all the time. Yeah, Sexy Seeders!” Bruce and Harvey let out a little chuckle. You were unfazed by the topic.

“You can laugh boys, but she has been accused of murdering her 60-year-old husband. Her step-daughter caught her covered in his blood. She claims she did not kill him, but refuses to give an alibi.”

“Did she?” Selina asked.

“Well let’s just say Pamela is popular for her love of violent plants. It’s not out of the question.” Falcone moved to put the remote down. You raised your hand excitedly. “Hands, who think she killed him?” Edward watched as the whole group raised their hands and yours shot down. “Great. Here’s where you come in. Pamela has… trouble trusting me. I don’t speak her slang, but you kids do.” Your hand shot up again, but Falcone waved you off. “So what I need you to do is convince her to share her alibi. To the jail.” The group stood. Edward kept his eyes on you. It was so odd to see you in business attire. You looked so out of place. Edward also noticed how you hadn’t said anything to anyone after your rejection. But he couldn’t keep thinking about you like this, he had the case to focus on. At the jail, he approached Pamela.

“Mrs. Anderson? I’m, uh, Edward Nashton. I’m co-counsel with Falcone for your case. I also brought with me our interns. These are the real cream of the crop from Gotham Law.” He stuck out his hand to her, to which she just glared. “Ah, alright.” He coughed. “We’d like to discuss your case with you. We want you free as soon as possible. That way you can bring your message back to your fans.”

“Well, that’s all I really want.” She crossed her long legs.

“Perfect. We just need an alibi.”

“No can do.” She shook her head. “Put me on the stand and I’ll be forced to lie.”

“But, what about a plea bargain?” Bruce interjected.

“That’s cute,” She taunted, “Do time for someone else? No. Way.”

Selina spoke up. “With a plea, you would only do a couple of years. That’s pretty reasonable.”

“Not really.”

“Wow, what could be so bad that you can’t even give your alibi?” Harleen gawked. She always said that was off the top of her head.

“Sugar, you have no idea.” Pamela stood from her spot at the table. “Now get out of here. I want a legal team who is actually willing to help me.” She shooed them away. Edward turned around, defeated. The rest of the team followed suit, except for you. Edward watched as you approached Pamela.

“Ivy?” You asked hesitantly.

“Oh my god, you follow me?” Pamela’s tough exterior dissolved, giddily smiling at you.

“Totally! You helped my bamboo sprout, Fabio, go from a shoot to a shot!” You fangirled. Edward had no idea you were such a fan of Pamela. Why hadn’t you mentioned it soon-?

Falcone.

“That’s amazing! At least someone on this legal team gets me.”

“Of course, I believe you didn’t do it either. I mean there’s no way you would shoot someone. If you did kill someone, you would be more creative. And you wouldn’t get caught.” Edward thought about what you said for a moment, you were right. The motive was clear, but it just didn’t seem like the kind of kill the plant lady would go for. Edward watched as your conversation became more hushed. Pamela was spilling something to you. You pulled away from her and held out your pinky.

“Promise?” She asked.

“Your secret is safe with me.” The pair of you locked pinkies. Edward was shocked. You had won over their client with a short conversation. You were incredible. Falcone pushed past him. Edward followed.

“Where’s Pamela?” He asked harshly, it was his fault he was late.

“The guard took her away.” You said. Falcone’s face started to fall. “But I got an alibi!”

“Great! What is it?”

“I can’t say.” Your face fell. The rest of the group came into the room again.

“What?!” Falcone whipped around to look at her.

“I swore not to tell.” You looked around at the rest of them for a bit of sympathy.

“Y/N, this isn’t a little pinky-swear thing,” Selina said, arms crossed.

“You’re so right, it’s a big pinky-swear thing. I mean think about it, Pam isn’t guilty. She’s the queen of plants. Plants are proven to make people subliminally happier! And happy people just don’t murder their husbands.” You smiled sincerely, but Falcone was having none of it. He turned over to Edward. Shit.

“Edward - a word.” He motioned for them to walk over to a separate corner. “Edward, I gave you two tasks. I was very clear. Lead the legal team and get me an alibi. You are zero for two.” He didn’t give him a chance to speak before turning around to the group. “Field trip over. Get back to work.” They moved to the door but Falcone turned to stop you and Edward. “Not you two. I don’t want to see glasses or legally dumb again today.” And they were left alone. You turned to Edward.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry-” He wanted to believe you and how important this was to you, but you weren’t showing it. Maybe you were just like those mean girls. Using him.

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need the alibi.”

“I can’t! Having an alibi isn’t the only way to win a case.”

“No, but it would help us win.” He was getting angry. You could tell, you put a hand on his arm.

“We have to do this the noble way.”

“This isn’t about nobility! We are trying to save someone’s life.”

“Are you the one who was all about nobility? Now here you are, just trying to impress Falcone.” You shot back. So this is what it was like to be on the other side of your fervor.

“He’s my boss!”

“A great boss who wants you to jeopardize your client's trust and integrity?” You poke his shoulder. He was taken aback by your actions and words.

“Well, when you say it like that…”

“Exactly, dork. My word means something, just as much as yours.” You softened up, noticing he was getting it. You nudged him towards the door. He looked at his feet as he followed you, thinking.

“No one has called me a dork since 8th grade.” He muttered, not hurt, just surprised.

“Maybe not to your face.” You giggled. That should’ve hurt his feelings, but it didn’t hurt coming from you. You made it sound like some silly thing that had happened to him. You made it all feel like a coming-of-age movie.

“Why do you always have to be right?” He slumped his shoulders as they walked through the parking lot.

“I’m not all the time, just whenever I’m with you. Come on, let’s go.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him across the street.

“Where are we going?” He was helpless to you, not because of his lack of strength. No, he could easily overpower you if need be. But you had entranced him.

“I love your little grunge-y nerd look happening here, but cargo pants are so not lawyer chic.” Your hand had slipped from his forearm to his hand. You were heading to the mall.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?” He chuckled.

“Yes, but I don’t like to pick up tattered books, do you?”

“Heh, thanks. Really sweet.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. She was mean, but she was right.

“The world isn’t perfect, you know that. I’ve been judged my whole life, too. I had to change my pink to navy.”

“You’re right.” He sighed, trying not to focus on how sweaty his hands were getting.

“I know.” You smirked.

“Where are we going?”

“You said you trust me, right?”

“Yes,”

“Then don’t stop now.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry IX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), mild violence, male-iinduced anxiety

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The first day of the tournament arrives.

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Lord Barnes’ mood did not improve in the days leading up to the first of the tournament. It grew colder in the capital and many feared the events would be cut short by an early winter. You didn’t care much either way. You had no interest in the sport or much of anything. You just abided the duke and in those times he left you alone, you laid in a void.

His want of you didn’t wane nor did your despair or the disgust you felt when he touched you. It was one thing to be a servant, to be a tool, a means to an end, but what he used you for now seemed little more than torture. He delighted in what he did, in how he made you suffer. Those times you remained unmoving and unfeeling angered him the most.

You dressed in yellow that morning. The horns announced the beginning of the tournament as you made your way to the stand amid the sea of guests. The wives, daughters, sons, mothers and fathers of those who would compete. You were out of place as you climbed the wooden steps between the benches and a green sleeve shot up to wave to you.

“Dearie!” May brushed past her husband to stop you at the end of their seat, “here, with us,” she insisted, “we did save you a place.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly. You hadn’t seen her or her family since the night of the feast. Since Barnes had…

“I can’t have you sitting alone,” she trilled as she pulled you along with her and sat beside Lord Benjamin who bowed his head and issued a gentle greeting. “And I always longed for a daughter, you know? Peter’s a good boy but so troublesome. I did try to persuade him not to enter the lists but he just never stops.”

“The boy’s old enough,” Benjamin said, “when I was his age--”

“You married me,” May cut in, “a foolish decision indeed. He is on the roster for today. Sparring. I fear he might not make it past the early rounds but so long as he is not hurt.”

You nodded and covered your hands in your sleeves. Even with the fur-trimmed cloak Barnes allotted you, it was crisp. Your matching cap barely kept the cool air from your cheeks. Your leg shook from more than the cold as you recalled that Barnes was set to compete with the sword as well.

“A fine cape,” May commented as she touched the edge of your cloak, “with sleeves even.”

You looked down at the fawn-coloured garment that only allowed a peek of the canary yellow beneath. You fidgeted and kept your eyes on the field, “a gift,” you lied, well, maybe it wasn’t a lie, or maybe you’d bought it in sweat and tears.

Another horn blew and she quieted and clapped as all looked to the center of the arena. The wooden stands were hung in all shades of silk, the banners of each house, high and low, covered the rafters. By the end of the day, only one would remain. Lord Barnes’ blue and ivory flapped opposite your side and Benjamin pointed out his family's slender red and black crest amidst the panoply.

You were thankful for the distraction, not for you but for them. You didn’t know how many lies you could conjure or if you could keep the false smile on your lips. You clamped your hands together and watched a man in gold stroll out to the centre of the stadium with a cone to project his voice. You stood with May and Benjamin and the rest of the onlookers

“Fine ladies and gentlemen, princes, paupers, and everything in between, we welcome you in name of King Samuel to the Games of Goblets. For each competition, the victor is to be prized a goblet to bear as a symbol of his prestige. For the ax-throwing, bronze inlaid with amber, for the bow-and-arrow, silver set with citrine, for the melee, gold set with sapphire, and for the joust, a fine piece in gold set with opal and ruby.”

The crowd applauded and shouted. The man waited for them to quiet again, “This day, we begin with the melee, on the morrow, the axe, the next day, the arrow, and on the final day, we ride!”

Again, the audience grew rowdy and you were deafened by the cheers. The man laughed at the excitement and held up his hand for a final lull.

“Without further delay, let us begin. In our first round, the lower lords and the untested, before the second where they shall meet our season veterans, and so on…” he gauged the fervent tension of the people, “you will see me again upon the finale and perhaps you will be surprised by whoever stands with me.”

Again, the stand quaked with the energy of the people. You would have liked to sit but you stayed on your feet, afraid to draw unwanted attention. The first pair was announced but you didn’t watch. You stared at the sky or a rippling banner but had no interest in the games.

You only stopped to look as Peter’s name was called out and May grabbed your arm. She squealed as her nephew came out decked in his used armor, beaten out from its former user’s wear, and he unsheathed his sword to face his opponent. When the handkerchief was dropped, you were as stunned as his fellow competitor and the crowd by his swiftness. You’d never seen anyone move so fast, and in at least twenty pounds of armor.

The crowd awoke from their awe and cheered as his sword beat against the other man’s suit with tinks and tunks. It was like a bell, ding, ding, ding. It wasn’t until the other man was on his knees that the spar was ceased. Peter was declared the plain winner and sent on to wait for his next engagement. May wiped away tears of joy and Benjamin grumbled his approval.

You smiled, just a little. You were happy for Peter. You’d seen how joyful he was, he was likely dancing behind the curtain right now.

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It wasn’t until the second round that Lord Barnes was introduced. He walked out fully armoured like any other combatant but his left arm was permanently bent, a shield strapped to it as he gripped his pommel in his right hand. He showed his steel and faced his match. He dealt hard and heavy blows until his opponent was on his back.

You shuddered at his unboasting victory as he wasn’t even patient enough to hear himself declared the winner. You touched your cold cheeks and puffed into the bitter air. The bodies around you warmed the stands but you were chilled to the core.

Peter appeared again in the second, then the third, fourth, and to his aunt and uncle’s delight, he soldiered onto the final. To your fear, he was to meet Lord Barnes. You tried not to squirm, not to show how nervous you were for Peter. You thought of running down and begging him to withdraw but what could you say? If anything, you’d both be worse for it.

As the last two banners were presented to the crowd, you sensed movement to your right. A familiar head of blond hair approached and the tall duke pushed past the row of people along the bench. Lord Rogers smirked as he came close, his sweaty hair drooping down his forehead from his last bout, the one he’d lost to his closest friend.

“Ah, I found you,” he said, “lady.”

You felt May peek past you and you gave a meek “my lord” as he stood close. He looked around you at the older couple.

“You have friends,” he stated, “please, do introduce us.”

You looked down and chewed your lip. You turned slowly to May and Benjamin, the latter peering past her only as he was torn from his fixation on the field.

“Lord Benjamin and Lady May Parker, baron and baroness,” you rubbed your hands together nervously, “Lord Steven Rogers, duke of Astrens.”

“Oh, we’ve heard of him,” May chirped, “my lord, it is an honour.”

“Indeed,” Benjamin agreed, “my lady, you did not inform of us of your lofty friends.”

“She is modest,” Rogers intoned, “we met by chance, really, through a common acquaintance.”

“You were skillful on the field, it is a pity you were bested,” May said.

“Very pitiful, I did put some gold on you, Lord Rogers,” Benjamin added, “alas it was a fine showing.”

“Wasn’t it?” he turned to stand with his arm pressed to yours, much too close for your liking, “however this one should be intriguing.”

“It’s our boy,” Benjamin said, “and your friend, my lord.”

“Perhaps you’d take another bet?” Rogers countered.

“I’ve lost enough this day,” Benjamin snorted, “I’d rather watch and be pleasantly surprised than paupered.”

“Prudence is wise but always so boring,” Rogers mused.

As the lower of the lords, Parker was announced first and you were saved from more uncomfortable banter by the man in grey. Rogers nudged you and bent as the introductions went long as the man with cone went into detail about the day’s fights all the way to the present match.

“I did look fine out there, didn’t I?” he whispered, “good form, even if I did lose. Barnes is in a mood and we both know that makes him… unpredictable.”

You lowered your head, “my lord.”

“You are quiet since last we met,” he remarked, “perhaps your thoughts linger on how else to use your mouth?”

You squirmed and stared at the competitors as they awaited their signal. Rogers laughed and stood straight as he focused on the field in kind. He played with your sleeve and tugged your arm down. He caressed the back of your hand and stepped even closer.

“When he wins, he might just be cheerful enough to share in his celebrations, hmm?” he said under his breath.

The gold cloth was dropped and the two men circled each other, eyeing their opponent cautiously. Barnes was the first to act but was evaded by the younger man. He didn’t not falter however as he swung again. Peter rolled under the strike and met it with his own steel, batting it away so that it nearly struck its holder.

Barnes dodged that time, then the boy spun again. They danced around each other, both swift, both calculating, both determined. Steel met steel but never that which clothed the fighters. May grabbed your other wrist as she held her breath.

Barnes laid a hit across Peter’s chestplate that made him stagger but he turned it into another lithe evasion. He snaked around the higher lord and hammered his false arm. The shield cracked in half and Peter ducked again.

Barnes was angry as he stabbed out. His blade was shoved away again and Peter jumped over the foot that tried to trip him up, a true achievement in armor.

You realised as Barnes laid a flurry of blows at the air that he was angry. The crowd silenced as the realisation fell over them and they watched as time seemed to slow. The duke was losing and he was enraged.

Peter jabbed the other man’s chest plated with his sword then hit his true arm. The sword bobbled in Barnes’ grip but he regained his hold on it. Too slow as Parker struck over and over, throwing him off balance, and sweeping him off his feet with a low lunge.

As Barnes clattered onto his back, the breath went out of him and every other person in the stadium. The man in grey shook away his shock and finally stepped forward.

“Our victor!” he grabbed Peter’s arm and raised it, “the Lord Parker!”

May hopped up and down and hugged her husband. Steve tutted and shook his head. Your eyes clung to Barnes as he sat up, forgotten in the dirt. His left arm was stuck at an angle away from his body and he reached up to force it back down.

Peter offered him his hand and was ignored. Barnes sheathed his sword and offered a curt bow before he exited. Rogers’ hand crawled up your arm and he gripped you. “Well, looks like we both will suffer his loss.”

For once, he spoke the truth.

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twilightdruig · 3 years

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help?

pairing : george weasley x fem!reader

summary : “hi i’m your neighbor and while i know we’ve never spoken but you’re a single parent of two and my sister recently died leaving me to raise her infant and i have no idea what i’m doing, help?” au

warnings : swearing , mentions of character deaths , fluff , au where george lives alone with his two children in a cottage near the burrow , au where fred and cedric live.

words : 2.6k

a/n : this is my first fic so it’s probably gonna be shit (as you can probably tell i’m not good with titles either) but yeah hope you enjoy :> and i might do a little part 2 on this soon

holly l/n was loved by multiple. a sweet hufflepuff student who was favored by all the teachers and students. her sister, y/n was a scary and intimidating gryffindor who hung out in the library.

ever since the battle of hogwarts death eaters have been imprisoned in azkaban. but, that didn’t mean all harm was gone.

now here y/n l/n was, standing in the heat of the summer, her nephew connor l/n mourning the death of a family member.

the service was beautiful. a few hogwarts students came including luna lovegood and neville longbottom and professor sprout and professor flitwick decided to pay their respects. headmistress mcgonagall sent her condolences through a letter as well.

conner wasn’t old enough to go to hogwarts yet. there was no one else for holly to leave connor with. her husband, ronan died during the war, all connor’s grandparents died and the only appointed godparents were holly’s best friend cedric diggory and her sister y/n.

cedric diggory was now teaching first year flying at hogwarts and is married to cho chang.

y/n was currently doing nothing with her life. she wanted to live alone in a cottage, reading, stitching, picking apples and getting drunk on fruity cocktails. but now? she had to take care of her sister’s spoiled son.

y/n hated children more than she hated the people in her own hogwarts house. more so, she didn’t know how to take care of them.

she had to enroll her nephew in hogwarts, teach him basic life skills and other stuff like that. there goes her life goal on being that cool stoner aunt that hates love and children.

—

“shit, connor!” y/n exclaimed as her 3 year old nephew accidentally ate a ton tongue toffee made by the joke shop in diagon alley owned by the weasleys.

“sorry aunty y/n”

she was never close to the weasleys. all of them, stereotypical gryffindors, loud and chaotic and always the main characters.

the only thing she knew about them is that one of the twins live next to her. y/n didn’t know how to shrink his tongue and thought it was quite the convenience that he lives next door. he was a single dad with two daughters, maybe he could help her control her nephew and technically her adopted son, now.

she sighed. “put on your coat, we’re visiting our neighbors, ok con?” the little boy nodded in response

—

went the small cottage came into view, there were two little girls picking flowers on the front yard and a tall red-headed man on the porch watching them.

“hey! weasley!” she yelled with a small smile as she approached the small gate.

“l/n? what are you doing here?” george asked

y/n gestured to her nephew who was holding his now 3 foot long tongue. “he accidentally ate one of your products and i’m not entirely sure how to fix it”

“right, right” he laughed “come on, connor right? i’ll reverse that”

y/n felt a tug at her oversized cardigan. she looked down to see two identical ginger twins.

“hi there!” one smiled.

“hello!” y/n tried to sound as nice as possible. looking back at her teenage years she remembered laughing at kids who fell of their brooms their brooms when she’d watch first year flying. she remembered laughing at seamus finnigan when something blew up in his face. or when she’d laugh at any kid accidentally getting hurt.

“these are for you! they’re pretty just like you” the other twin exclaimed.

“i’m charlotte and she’s billie” charlotte giggled.

“how do u know our daddy?” billie asked

“oh! um, we went to school together and i live just next door” y/n replied

“do you know our uncle freddie?”

“i know all your uncles and your aunt ginny, aunt hermione and uncle harry. they were all famous when we were in school”

“wow!” they both exclaimed

george and connor came back out. “look aunty y/n! my tongue’s normal again!”

“aunty?” george questioned. “holly. she died quite recently.”

“oh! i’m so sorry. i heard about her. yeah. i believe mum sent some flowers for the service”

“yeah we received them”

“i’ll see you around?” george inquired

“yeah, yeah. and i might need some parenting advice? you knew how i was back at hogwarts”

“i am flattered, dear l/n”

“oh hush. and they get along.” she pointed to the three children running around.

“they do. and yes, i would love to help you tame that little rascal” george laughed.

“thank you, george. really.”

“i’m just next door, yeah?”

“yeah” y/n smiled “come on, connor. we’re going home. but we’ll definitely be seeing these lovely ladies soon.”

“bye pretty lady!” y/n heard two young voices call after her

“daddy, who was she?”

“is she gonna be our new mommy?”

—

george and y/n had been hanging out for the past weeks. he had given her advice on taking care of connor and how to deal with children. they also spent time talking about family and their time back at hogwarts. she was told about the attack of death eaters at one of his brothers’ wedding and how his daughters were named after his brothers bill and charlie.

a knock at y/n’s door interrupted her reading.

“oi, l/n!” she heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“weasley” she muttered.

connor recognized george’s voice and the twins’ giggles, he decided he would take matters into his own little hands. connor knew how stubborn his aunt was at the young age of seven.

“hi billie! hi charlotte! hi uncle george!” the little boy squealed.

“hey there, con!” george ruffled his hair while billie and charlotte ran over to y/n.

connor and the twins were two years apart. connor was going to hogwarts the next year. no doubt would he be trouble to professor mcgonagall but everyone knew they were always her favorites.

“aunty y/n! uncle george brought cookies!” connor yelled excitedly. y/n was never the type to bake or cook. she did try to but it always ended in almost burning the house down. she usually fed connor fruits or store bought food.

“you didn’t have to” y/n responded while taking the plastic box.

“oh yes i did” he teased “i heard you’ve been starving this poor little fellow”

“daddy didn’t bake those cookies” charlotte stated “grandma did” billie continued

“oh” she smirked at george then turned to the twins “tell your grandma i say thanks!”

“uncle george! i wanna show you something outside! the twins can come too!”

“connor, what are you gonna show them?” y/n grumbled.

“your paintings! they’re amazing” her nephew jumped.

“paintings, eh?” george smiled “okay, let’s go, champ. see those paintings of your aunt.” the two scurried outside, two redheaded girls following after.

y/n groaned and fell back into the couch, finishing her book.

—

it’s been a few days since george and the twins came with cooking to y/n and connor’s cottage. she wanted to throw connor a little surprise birthday party.

connor has loved the twins and george so much, he thinks of them as blood relatives. y/n decided to call up cedric and cho to look after connor while she’d do some errands.

the two arrived exactly on time as y/n was preparing to go out. she had on a simple cardigan and loose denim pants.

“ced! cho! hi, how are you guys?” y/n greeted as she saw her old friends apparate into the cottage.

“hi y/n!” cho greeted “hey nerd” cedric snickered.

she sent cedric a small glare before connor jumped at the two.

“uncle ceddy! aunty cho! you’re here” he shouted.

“yeah buddy! your aunt’s gonna run some errands and visit your uncle georgie?” cedric winked at y/n. she had been owling cedric about george and how he’s been helping her with connor.

“are you going out with uncle george?” connor asked, eyes twinkling.

“i don’t know, actually. i might check him out next door.”

“george weasley?” cho teased.

“yes, cho,” y/n rolled her eyes “but on that note, i have to go”

“bye, connor! behave okay?” she crouched down and squished his cheeks.

“bye, ced! cho!” her voice faded when she dashed out the door.

—

y/n passed george’s cottage to see if he actually might want to come with her and do errands.

she was standing outside the small gate, hesitating. ‘maybe he was busy’ ‘he wouldn’t want to do errands with me’ ‘maybe he would if i told him it was for connor’s birthday’ she thought. y/n didn’t know why she was overthinking her choices. the first time she was standing right outside the gate she bursted in and demanded george to fix whatever happened to her nephew. now, she was nervous. her palms were sweaty and clammy.

she pushed herself in and walked to the front porch. she knocked a few times and was met with a head of messy brown hair.

“hermione?!” she squealed

“y/n!” hermione jumped to hug her old friend.

there were overlapping voices in the background and when they pulled away she was met with multiple mops of ginger hair, a head of blonde hair and another with black hair behind hermione.

“l/n?” ginny weasley asked, quite shocked what she would be doing outside george’s door.

“oh! did i interrupt something? i am so sorry!” she said feeling a bit nervous.

“oh! you must be the dearest y/n george keeps talking about!” an old woman she thought was mrs. weasley approached her from behind her children.

“hi there!” y/n said feeling a little embarrassed she might’ve barged in on a family reunion.

“ah! l/n? i have heard of your family! muggle-borns right?” arthur weasley joined his wife.

“uh, yeah!” she pursed her lips “i am so so sorry i interrupted! i should go. tell george i’ll swing by next time”

“oh it’s absolutely alright, dear” molly reassured her.

“george! there’s a really pretty girl! get your arse out here!” fred yelled to george who was probably inside the house.

“is she here?” charlotte and billie ran to the door.

“hi girls! tell you dad i was here yeah? say i’ll come by next time” most of the weasleys came back in. she took it as her time to go on with her day.

“oi! y/n! wait up” the voice she recognized as george’s called after her.

“george, hey”

“where’r you off to?” george pointed to the small bag that was swung over her shoulder.

“errands. connor’s birthday is coming up so i thought i’d prepare something for him. first birthday without his mum, you know”

“his birthday’s coming up?” george looked as excited as a child on christmas morning.

“yeah. why?” she smiled

“you’re talking to one of the best party planners there is. you also did talk to another one of them… i think”

“fred?”

“oh yeah”

“i wanted to ask if you wanted to come but seeing as to your family is in your house… i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you aren’t available right now” she giggled.

“maybe if you went another day” he said sympathetically. george really wanted to go and prepare connor’s party with her. he treated him like his own and boy did he remind him of how fun it was to be a kid. he loved his aunt so much it was adorable.

“george. seriously, it’s okay. spend time with your family” she laughed.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see you when you get back” he waved.

—

connor’s small birthday gathering was in full swing. y/n became acquainted with george’s siblings. bill, charlie, percy (whom she was actually friends with back in hogwarts), fred, ron and ginny. hermione was a very good friend of hers and so was harry. she recognized fleur from that day in the cottage as beauxbatons triwizard champion.

connor had quite a bunch of guests for his birthday. cedric, cho, luna, neville, fred, percy, ron, harry, hermione, bill and fleur and their little victorie. of course, billie and charlotte helped george and y/n fix up the party. mr. and mrs. weasley sent a small cake for connor when they heard about y/n not knowing asingle thing about cooking.

fred offered to take care of the twins and connor while george and y/n ran off somewhere. the two found themselves near a small creek. y/n explained how the cottage was where she’d go off exploring and the only person who knew was holly. she was overjoyed when her sister got the cottage she used as a hideaway.

george was surprised when there were lights and blankets and everything. the soft sounds of running water was calming.

the two were pretty intoxicated when they sat down; stumbled onto the picnic blanket. y/n was sober enough to not spill her deepest darkest secrets. george on the other hand…

“have i ever told you how pretty you are?” george mumbled next to her. y/n only snickered and blushed.

“um, can i hold your hand?” he continued, taking a look at the girl next to him.

“sure” she winked.

“you know” he started again “i actually fancied you a bit back in school”

“yeah?” she rolled over to her side “i wonder… what did you like about me?”

“i don’t even know. my heart just felt so full with you. still does, right now, holding your hand, under the stars by a stream.” he had this glint in his eye when he looks at her.

“hey,” she brushed some hair out of his face “these past few months have been great. and you’re a huge help with connor. you know i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“yeah darling,” he yawned “yeah”

“wait, george!” she sat up “no. don’t fall asleep!”

“fuck” she groaned before falling back down on the blanket.

“i think i love you” she whispered.

—

morning rolled around and they were still lying somewhere in the forest behind the cottage. some childish chatter and laughs were heard from where they were still sleeping soundly.

until, a red ant bit y/n and george’s intertwined hands. “ah shit!” y/n woke up from the bite. her yell also woke up the sleeping man next to her “what?! what happened?” he jumped.

“oh. did i wake you up?” she asked.

“no. it’s honestly no worries” he said “but i do have a killer headache”

“an ant bit me” she muttered, wanting to scratch it.

“hey, no don’t scratch! i’ve had a lot if experience with insect bites” he explained “want me to kiss it better?” he teased.

“oh, ha-ha” she rolled her eyes but blushed.

“we should probably head back” he checked his watch while standing up.

—

“ah! there the lovebirds are!” fred exclaimed.

everyone was cleaning up from last night. there were children running around while chasing balloons and each other.

“yeah,” george started “we, um, fell asleep”

“sure ya did” this time ron teased the two.

“i’m gonna clean up here,” y/n offered “you guys should go home. you know, get some rest”

cedric gasped “y/n l/n! are you kicking us out?” he said in mock offense.

“technically, yeah. i doubt connor got any sleep”

“maybe we should,” fleur said with her accent “victorie was very excited for the party she is very worn out”

george snuck behind y/n “i think i love you too” he muttered under his breath. he wasn’t sure if she heard it. she did.

“i’ll see you later, y/n!” he yelled “come on, princesses, we’re going home. we’ll see connor and y/n later”

connor and the twins hugged while y/n said thank you’s to all the guests.

maybe it wasn’t such a bad decision to ask for help.

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pakhnokh · 3 years

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The next morning the three of them were having a rather peaceful breakfast. With the demons gone they were all quite relieved, however no one was as relieved as MianMian to find out that the problematic, loud and shameless wife of Hanguang Jun was no where to be found. She’d much rather have his annoying friend around, because in the end, they feel kind of similar. Both of them fight side by side and strive to protect one another and the ones around them. She decided that as she put the brush on the table, admiring her drawing. Suddenly a voice of a young man came from outside “Hanguang Jun! Wei Qianbei!” “Ah! It’s Sizhui!” Wei Wuxian stood up and rushed to the door. The young cultivator entered, and the room really turned much brighter, not only from his white Gusu robes, but also from his bright eyes and smile. “Sizhui! What’s up? Come on in, there are some of your Hanguang Jun’s famous dumplings left so hurry up and eat, or I will finish them hahaha~!” Lan Sizhui smiled and was just about to sit at the table when he noticed MianMian. “Uh…Wei Qianbei? This is….?” “Oh? Ah that’s right! Sizhui, meet Little MianMian. She’s our daughter.” “Ah? But h-how?” “Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji warned. “I gave birth to her!” When he saw the boy’s eyes widen and cheeks change into deep red, Wei Wuxian laughed so much he had to hold his stomach. “This never gets old! Lan Zhan, look at his expression, he truly is your son!” But the thing is, that as the three of them were passing words no one seemed to notice that MianMian’s brush was stuck on the same spot on the paper, creating a huge ink mark. Her face tilted up, her gaze never leaving Lan Sizhui’s image. “…..and so her parents have to come pick her up tomorrow. So she’s been staying in your room, hope you don’t mind it!” “Of course not!” Wei Wuxian turned to MianMian “Hey, MianMian, would you like to go with Sizhui here to the market? He’s just about to - woah.” The three men looked at the little girl. She was indeed staring. Wei Wuxian snickered, Lan Sizhui just blinked, and Lan Wangji kept his usual stone face. Wei Wuxian elbowed Sizhui “Hey, say something won’t you? I think she’s got her eyes on you.” Lan Sizhui gulped, looked at Wei Wuxian, then at Lan Wangji, then at Mianmian. Then he offered her one of her brightest smiles and said “would you like to join me, MianMian? It’d be really fun if you do!” The girl slowly stood up from her seat and made her way to him. She grabbed the hand he offered her, her small one enveloped in his big. They made their way out of the house to the busy street, Lan Sizhui’s voice turning distant as he talked to her about the blooming this year. Wwx stood at the door. “Well what do you know,” he said when his husband joined him. “I think this girl is just really into GusuLan men, huh, Hanguang Jun?” “Mn.” “And who could blame her! But Lan Zhan, isn’t it cruel how the moment she saw our baby a-yuan she forgot all about you? Aren’t you jealous?” Lan Wangji raised an eyebrow “do you want me to be?” Wei Wuxian put his finger to his lips in deep thought “Hmmm, no.” Then turned to Lan Wangji and winked, “I think you drank enough vinegar most of your life because of me, didn’t you, my poor husband?” LAn Wangji shut the door and grabbed Wei Wuxian by his wrist, dragging him into their room. “Aiya Lan Zhan what are you doing?? What, now?? They can be back at any moment! Lan Zhan!” The door to their room shut. “Lan Zhan!!” “Lan-“ “Ok, but one round!” -END!!- Thank you very much for reading! <3333 Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 If you liked it, consider supporting me on Ko-Fi?

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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)

Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.

Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

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